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.

Mo

Standing Water
Of course, standing water is sooner or later a breeding ground for pesky critters.
mosquito close
A blurry shot, but you get the idea of that protruding trouble maker.