In this playful, poemâlike post the author describes a relentless mosquito season in Michigan, recounting how he feels attacked by large, almost dogâsized bugs that seem to be mosquitoes, how they âfill the air with woe,â and how he tries to keep them away with bug spray, winter jackets, bug candles, torches, and other tricks. He reflects on the way mosquitoes follow him home, their activity at dusk, the effect of winter in reducing their numbers, and his ongoing attempts to avoid bites while enjoying the outdoors.






















