It’s now cool enough to hang out on my back porch in the evenings here in Arizona, and yesterday that’s exactly what I did.
Within 15 minutes I had to come back indoors after suffering no less than 15 mosquito bites.
This does not make for a happy Joe. One of the big attractions of Arizona when moving here from Alaska is that I could escape those damned bugs. But in our newly minted efforts to bring large standing bodies of water to this sun scorched valley, we’ve brought down a plague of west nile infected vermin. Two years ago there was not a mosquito to be found in this town.
So now the best times of the year, when it’s beautiful outdoors, I can no longer sit on my porch. Geigh.
Damn you Tempe town lake. Damn you Scottsdale water front project. Flagstaff is starting to look real good again.
Citronella candles are your happy, happy friend.
You know, we don’t have as many in Tempe, despite the widespread irrigation in the Tempe historic district which I live smack in the middle of, and that wretched “lake.”
My neighbors on at least one side of me participate in the irrigation, and seriously, I haven’t seen even one mosquito yet this season.
But oh thank god for the wretched sun retreating. Here we come winter!
Yes! Heeeellloooo winter! Let the wretched blowtorch in the sky go away!