The other day, I was working at the Hoarding House doing the usual move stuff here and then move it there routine. I suddenly heard the whiny buzz and then felt the poke of the mosquito on the side of my neck. My left hand swung up and smacked my neck with a pronounced sound.
I swiped away my hand, which should have produced a smeary, smashed insect. Instead, it produced a mosquito apparently none the worse for wear. In fact, the mosquito was still moving about between my fingers as I held onto its legs. The protruding poker was continuing to reach this way and that. Huh?
We snapped a shot of the armor laden mosquito. Not the biggest mosquito, but tenacious to the end.




It’s getting to the point where fly-fishing may require a hazmat suit….hopefully not!
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Oh my let’s hope not!…simpler the better?
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