"Hurry, hurry!" I call to the kids as we exit the car. The youngest dawdles too long, gathering his book bag. "Shut the door!"
I usher them all toward the house. "Hurry in!" Finally we're all inside and I shut the door as my oldest child's heel crosses the threshold.
No, we're not dashing through a downpour, we're dashing through the hordes of mosquitos that have invaded our area. And I do mean invaded. Upon stepping outside, they swarm upon you like you're the only warm blooded beast in a hundred miles.
I looked at our dog the other day and 15 or 20 mosquitos were hovering around her. Every time I pull up the driveway, I expect to see her passed out from blood loss. But so far, so good.
It's like a modern day plague. They're in the car, in the house. You wake up with bites you didn't go to bed with. Heck with "The Birds" and "The Killer Bees". I'm really wondering why somebody didn't script a horror movie featuring mosquitos, cause I gotta say. They're sure giving me nightmares.