A long time ago when I was knee hight to a grasshopper, a friend from school once told a joke that was “funnyer” than all heck, but to my amazement, not all of us who were present during the telling of the joke, got it. The joke went something like this: “If you pulled the wings from off of a fly, what would you call it? Answer: A Walk!” Later that day while on the school but going home, one of the members of our little clique asked me what was the answer to the joke, because, he said, he did not hear it at the time. So, I told him. He looked blanked and then said, “I don’t get it.” And the greatest crime you can do to a friend is leave the answer a mystery. I did.
Why the Fly story from my youth? Because today is a red letter day here in Fort Langley because of the little pests. We are being over run by the tiny flying blood-suckers. I have not seen numbers like this since four years ago, our last mosquito invasion. Of course the high water level from the river is probably the primary breading grounds for them, but it had rained quite a bit up until last week before the hot sunny weather finely took over. I just hate the itchiness they leave after they feed upon me–I hate it!
Mosquito Mos*qui”to (m[o^]s*k[=e]*t[-o]), n.; pl. Mosquitoes
(m[o^]s*k[=e]*t[=o]z). [Sp. mosquito, fr. moscafly, L. musca.
Cf. Musket.] (Zool.)
Any one of various species of gnats of the genus Culex and
allied genera. The females have a proboscis containing,
within the sheathlike labium, six fine, sharp, needlelike
organs with which they puncture the skin of man and animals
to suck the blood. These bites, when numerous, cause, in many
persons, considerable irritation and swelling, with some
pain. The larvae and pupae, called wigglers, are aquatic.
[Written also musquito.]