This post is just an excuse to use the phrase
"glorious army of ravenous winged assasins". And also to go please, dear god, do we really need to build a better mosquito, I type, while trying to refrain from chopping my own legs off at the knees to make the itching from the approximately eleventybillion mosquito bites I have there go away.
And no, suggestions of various bug repellants will not be appreciated. I was a freaking
camp councellor, I tried everything known to mankind, every possible variant of those, and a bunch of other things that seemed like good ideas after six weeks of a maximum of three hours (not continuous) of sleep a night. Fire played a part in many of those - it's a miracle I don't have burn scars.