I hate them. A lady two houses down got West Nile virus last year and almost died.
I don’t know where they come from. We have no standing water around the house. And even though the past few days have been miserably hot and the house has been closed off with the A/C on, at night, both the guest and master baths are full of mosquitoes.
I can hear Brian in there, slamming his roll of paper towels against the wall. “I got you, you bastard!”
While I have one of those Swiffer duster things, the one with the extendable handle and I can smash the insects against high places on the ceiling and walls. And we kill them all.
Only to start over the next day.
I hate mosquitoes. And I’m afraid that our cats might get West Nile. No, it won’t kill them, but they can get a fever and be lethargic. For the older cats, like Bart, I don’t know how well they can recuperate.
I don’t know how they get in the house. If I knew, I’d for certain figure out a way to stop it.
I hate them.
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