Interestingly enough, I don’t remember what I was coding, but during the process, I realized that I’ve never been bitten by mosquitoes around here. I’ve never heard a mosquito buzzing at home, even though we leave the balcony wide open all summer. There’s a pond with frogs just a 5-minute walk away, or ten minutes if you’re a mosquito. Today I read about a homemade laser anti-mosquito system with radar and realized that if I built it, I’d have nowhere to test it. So I wrote on nextdoor, neighbors, where have the mosquitoes gone?
I was expecting links to successful stories about the introduction of mosquito saboteurs. I wanted to write a post about the results. Indeed, such an experiment is being conducted in our state – they catch mosquitoes, inject them with GMO potion in the butt, and release them into the wild. They happily start families at the nearest pond, and soon the mosquito wife starts noticing that the foreign dad is only making sons, while the daughters vanish into mosquito heaven before even being born. With dad’s genes, sons fly off to start their own families, resulting in the same outcome, a shortage of brides begins, and eventually, there’s a significant mosquito die-off.
Anyway, I asked the neighbors where the mosquitoes had gone. And they started replying. That there are tons of mosquitoes around here, and they’re devouring the neighbors insatiably. Every second person responds that I don’t have any because they all flew to his or her place. Overall, I don’t know what they’re being injected with, but now the imbalance is elsewhere. I don’t know what’s wrong with us, maybe because we’re not yet true Americans.
I think it’s all Yuki’s doing. He clicks his teeth and eats anything that flies, and apparently, in the mosquito community, our house is marked with a red cross. And when Liz’s cat comes over, it’s marked with two.
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