Well, at least we don't need anti-malarials

It has nothing to do with the subject of my post, but let me just paint the picture of our setting this morning, because it's nice.  The sky is low and gray and a light mist is falling.  The temperature is just right for coffee on the balcony.  A neighbor is playing classical music and I catch notes here and there.  People stroll on the sidewalks below me, but the street is fairly empty of traffic.  Amiri is supposed to be washing his hands in the bathroom, but I'm pretty sure that he's doing something much more entertaining, because Arram is peering at him through the nearly-closed bathroom door and squealing delightedly.

OK, over to what I actually came here to tell you.   Finally, I have something to complain about.  There are mosquitoes.  Stupid mosquitoes.  And I'll make no 'state bird' jokes, because they're quite small.  And I suppose there aren't that many, really, but we hates them!  Because they're small, you can't hear or see them very well.  Can barely even feel them.  Until you wake up in the morning with ten quarter-sized welts all over yourself.  Maybe we're reacting badly to the bites here for the same reason that our hayfever was so bad-- it's all new.  New allergens, histamine agonists, whatever they are, things we've never built up resistance to.  Poor Amiri has had to add a new word to his vocabulary, and now comes to present me his 'itchies' for kissing just as often as his owies.

We're up on the fifth floor; I wouldn't have thought mosquitoes would fly so high to find us.  Part of the problem is that our windows don't have windowscreens.  I've been looking around, and it appears that most windows lack screens.  I have noticed a lot of ads for citronella and insecticide sprays, though; obviously we're not the only ones getting chomped on.  So there: I think we've identified another entrepreneurial opportunity.  We'll add a windowscreen manufacturing facility to our turkey farm/HVAC trade school.