Writer Anne Lamott bluntly cautioned with, â€œOne hundred years from now? All new people.â€ Why let irritations toward others dominate our lives? We should enjoy life more since we wonâ€™t be around all that long. I agree, except when the other is a mosquito, like the mean airborne critter Aedes aegypti.
To paraphrase Ms. Lamott: Two weeks from now? All new mosquitoes.
Fourteen days is the life spanâ€” egg, larva, pupa, adult, relentless blood-sucking, deathâ€”of the winged tormenters. Since Iâ€™m a cranky old guy, I recall the quaint mosquitoes of yesteryear. Aedes Way Back When would arrive in late spring. They scurried hither and yon for a few months. As summer faded, Aedes Way Back When vanished.
Not with Aedes aegypti. According to my non-research, the Latin Aedes aegypti translates to: evil little beasties. Nowadays, I dread my backyard. All day long, in whatever season, they wait to pounce. Aedes aegypti are pint-sized, rarely heard, and prefer cruising below the radar while hunting feet, ankles, calves, and the random soft inner thigh.
I hate Aedes aegypti. As someone who dislikes former President Trump, Iâ€™ve had many MAGA stalwarts berate me for â€œhatingâ€ him. No way! Iâ€™m a retired pastor. Though a grumpy Christian, I love my neighbor. Iâ€™ve never hated anyone. But Aedes aegypti? Maybe I could even bring myself to hate Noah and his storm-tossed ark. Whyâ€™d he give Aedes aegypti a ticket to ride?
I made an appointment with mosquito abatement professionals. How could I reduce the incessant insect invaders? A pleasant expert arrived, brochures in hand, his face mask drifting below his nose. He wandered my yard, finding two flower pot plates with standing water.Continue reading →