I met a mosquito family when a customer complained about them in a yard. Yes, even in the fall, mosquitoes are still a thing. The Buzzyon family immediately disliked me. I can only guess it’s because little Tippie had an anaphylactic reaction to my botanical.
There was this little Punk that immediately acted like my friend. He landed on my arm and continued with me while I had my backpack mist blower running. When I had completed my treatment, he flew off. In his place was Miss Mozzie , rapidly attacking me for displacing her family.
Other Family Members
I finished up with my customer, gave the service report, and went home for the day. I was undeniably unaware of what waited for me on the following morning.
The retaliation had begun. There was No See-ing all of ‘em Brassheads who were waiting for me inside my truck. As I started to drive to the first stop, the scourge started. One by one, the Cousins were in my line of sight, loudly whispering sweet nothings in my ear, and taking jabs at my forehead.
I’m pretty fast at grabbing flying insects from mid air, so, I managed to get a few this way. Others were smashed on the windshield. But there was one. One that kept moving just out of my reach. This one never tried to bite me or buzz my head. I think Paul stayed around to offer some sort of apology for his family trying to take revenge on my behavior. Plus, he must have been grieving. I made him a widower, you know.
Saying Our Goodbyes
If you’ve read enough of my blogs, you know I talk to insects. Well, this day was no different. As Paul sat on my dash, I saw him shaking. “Hey, Bud, are you Ok?.” It looked like he lowered his head.
“I’m gonna let you out the window.” The answer this time was a front leg lifted high. “Ok. Off you go.” Again, the wave of a leg.
Sometimes I feel a bit guilty about disrupting the insect life cycle. But, I know human health and quality of life depends on getting rid a disease vectors that reside in insects.
Fly high Mr. Paul Buzzyon. P.S. This is a true story.