|This is my friend.|
When we adults stand around outside talking, as neighbors are wont to do, we end up doing this funny little dance where we are slapping first one calf and then the other, in a futile attempt to stop these blood-suckers from biting. "So, you're going away next week?" Slap, slap. "Yes, we're heading to the Amazonian jungle. We hear there are fewer biting insects there." Slap, slap. "Oh, well, we're going to Tanzania. Their mosquitoes only bite at night." Slap, slap.
Because, yes, ours are out ALL DAY. Lucky us. You know what would be a great business idea? A burqa-shaped version of those DEET-soaked mosquito nets handed out by relief organizations in Africa. When you see one on the fashion runways next year, remember that you heard it here first, people.