As I write this my wife is going through the house with an old-fashioned fly-swatter, smacking mosquitos. They are so bloated and logy that they are easy to surprise and they pop like blood-filled grapes. The house is so full of cracks and crevices that we can't keep 'em out. When they come down near your ear at night with that insinuating, bratty whine, oh boy! Don't you love it?