I must say, I’m glad we don’t have any of your “geckos,” but if you think our grasshoppers are big, you ought to check out our mosquitos. This one is from a town not too far from where I grew up.

Actually, the local ones are pretty small, but they made for their lack of size with quantity. The clouds of them made it almost impossible to go out in the evenings, even with bug spray. We used to burn smudges for the cows so they could have some relief. They’d go into the smoke to get away from the mosquitos until they had to come out to breath fresh air for a while, then go right back into the smoke as quick as they could, poor things. Purple Martin towers were a big help, though they stayed around for only a short time. BC, on the other hand, didn’t have many mosquitos, but the ones they did have were HUGE! They could deep fry the legs and sell them to tourists as chicken.

My own home town, unfortunately, was more famous for its wood ticks (not, thankfully, the more dangerous deer ticks), but we decided against making a statue to celebrate that fact!