It could be a scene from a horror movie, coming out in a theater near you to help you get ready for Halloween.
A mother and her three innocent children go out into their own yard to play. They are laughing as they blow bubbles and watch them glitter and dance across the lawn. Suddenly, THEY arrive. It appears to be an ambush. They are intent on one thing. They must suck the blood of every living creature they find. They gather in swarms above the heads of the children and begin to dive bomb onto the vulnerable open spaces of skin on their faces, necks and arms. The mother could feel one of the creatures on the back of her shirt, trying to penetrate the material to get to her skin. She panics and rushes her children back inside the house, but not before they are all bitten at least once.
A few of the militant, angry creatures follow them inside the house.
“I’ll grab the bug spray!” the mother tells her children.
She leaves for a moment and returns with mosquito repellent and a fly swatter. Sigh. That’s better.
Yes, the blood-sucking creatures aren’t vampires, but these pesky little mosquitos had been noticably absent all summer in the Lake Jackson area. Originally it had made her nervous to know that there was an annual mosquito festival in the neighboring city of Clute and wondered what could compel people to celebrate these varmits. Cristina was beginning to think they weren’t such a big problem as everyone was making them out to be.
The drought in Texas had one bright side. Mosquitos don’t multiply very well without a good bout of rain. We finally got some rain in the past few weeks and now they are here as if to say, “We’ve got three months of blood-sucking to catch up on. Let’s get to work!”
Get to work, they have. These are not the nocturnal mosquitos I’m used to that only come out in the dark of night, keeping the daytime pretty safe for outside activities. These Texan mosquitos begin swarming at the crack of dawn. They hover around doorways waiting for the smallest opportunity to get into people’s homes, vehicles and clothing. By nightfall, their swarms begin to look like small dust clouds and sounding off their high pitched buzzing sound.
I was told that nearly every summer, the city of Lake Jackson has a helicopter fly over the city and spray for mosquitos at least once or twice during this time of year. However, because of the drought this year, there had been no need to spray. Now, the mosquitos have caught everyone by surprise. I went to Walmart to pick up some bug spray and found an empty shelf. A lady standing next to me at the store gasped in surprise.
“I was just hear this morning and the shelf was full!”
As I look for another place to stock up on repellent, I hope and pray these blood-thirsty creatures will leave soon. Preferably by the time the cute little Halloween vampires arrive on the scene.