I grew up in the midwest, where there are bugs. Lots of bugs. Not quite like Mississippi in April (I was there for a week once), but still, there are a lot of bugs.

Then I moved to the northwest. There are times when you could expect to go outside in a cool evening and not even consider the issue of mosquitos or biting flies. A common question for local non-campers might be, "What's DEET?"

Last night, a funny thing happened. First of all, the temperature dipped to the high 30sF (~3C). Frost advisory in effect! Not exactly the best conditions for summertime biters.

Second of all, I went to sleep late. A typical Friday night, but atypically didn't include doing the laundry: awake too late for my own good, and all I wanted was to crash.

Then the buzzing started.

A mosquito! As far as I know, this was the first mosquito-as-I-sleep of the year. Luckily, the lamp light cast a nice wall shadow on the just-landed blood-sucker. I did not mourn the loss of life.

And then I crashed.

Tease for next post: Many more words to describe something much less interesting.