OK, Mosquitoes! Never mind any of the exaggerated stories about mosquitoes big enough to saddle and ride. Never mind about 10,000 pounds of fuel being loaded in one. How about a 100% real and COMPLETELY TRUE mosquito story. Mine, and it really did happen. And no exaggeration on the size of them. They were little, small, standard mosquitoes.
I was born and lived the first two decades of my life in Louisiana, on the outskirts of New Orleans. And we had mosquitoes. Just plain, ordinary, smallish mosquitoes. It was a fact of life there and no big deal. Window screens? Heck yes. There were even trucks with fogging machines that would try to eliminate them in your neighborhood if someone paid for it. It did not work well, but people still paid.
One day in the 1960, probably a Friday, after finishing my last class at college I decided to take a ride outside of town. I came to an old fort on the shore line of the Gulf of Mexico a short time before sunset. I got out of the car and walked toward the water. I got half way there (50 meters/yards) and looked at my arm. I am a white skinned and was wearing a short sleeve shirt. And my arm was BLACK. Both my arms were SOLID BLACK. Both arms were almost completely covered with mosquitoes. And they were all biting me.
I wiped them off while turning around and RUNNING as fast as I could back to the car. I don't know how many times I wiped them off my arms but the number got less as I approached the car and got further from the water. I was seriously worried for my very life. I had no idea how many mosquito bites I could endure. I didn't count, but must literally have killed many thousands of them in only a minute or two.
When I got in the car I wiped them off my arms and face and scrambled for the spray can of flying bug spray I had. I probably came close to choking on the bug spray, but I only wanted to kill every last one inside the car. And I drove back home as fast as I could.
Not monsters. Not even the largest mosquitoes I have ever seen. I have seen far larger ones. But thousands and thousands and thousands of them; the shear number of them scared the daylights out of me.
I have traveled around and lived in other parts of the country (the US) and even visited/lived in a couple of others, but have never, ever seen mosquitoes like that any where else. And I never, ever want to.
That's my mosquito story. It is 100% true. I swear it. Not a single syllable of exaggeration. And I really was scared for my very life.
So you can have your Texas mosquitos. Your western mosquitos. Your eastern mosquitos. Your mosquitos from any other area of the world. I don't care about how big they are. Louisiana mosquitos have them beat in shear NUMBERS. And if you don't believe me, I will take you to that coastal Louisiana fort one summer afternoon. But I am staying in the car.