The first mosquito bite of the year brings about a conflicting inner monologue. On one hand, you associate a mosquito bite with the coming of summer, meaning boating on the lake and an excuse to wear patriotic clothing. On the other, it means having to deal with the endless mosquito nonsense yet again. Seriously, it’s virtually impossible to enjoy an evening Old Fashioned on your deck without at least a dozen of those things devouring your legs.

Even when you apply bug spray, you never seem to cover your whole body and get eaten alive regardless. Your kids especially detest the whole experience. You hose them down with repellant while they are imagining it akin to a prisoner being deloused.

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