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Doing battle with mosquitoes


It’s a high-pitched sound that immediately puts us on alert.

Those darn female mosquitoes burned in my ear as I sat out on the deck watching the sunset Friday night. For almost an hour, I could hear them winding up, high above me, into a steady, growing hum.

And then first one, then another seemed to drop out of the air, landing on a visible piece of skin. They were the path markers.

A swat and it flitted away—only to return a moment later. A smack with the bottom of my hand and it was not more than a black smudge.

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