Allegedly, it’s a good year for mozzies – the wet is leaving lots of little pools of standing water for them to breed in. Tiny little buggers, they wake up around dusk and go hunting. On locating a suitable victim, she (only the females do it) inserts her sneaky little proboscis and injects a local anaesthetic. After slucking up a spot of blood, she moves on a few centimeters and repeats the performance. A while later, you notice the itch. By then it’s far too late – the perpetrator is gone, and you’ve been devoured. My personal best is six bites in one night. They itch maddeningly for two or three days.
It’s more than a nuisance. Up in the Far North, there’s an outbreak of Dengue Fever. I’ll have two large scoops of Not Catching That, please. Time for some better living through chemistry.
N,N-Diethyl-meta-toluamide. It binds to mozzie olfactory sensors, rendering them unable to smell us. Works a treat.
*A hearty ‘Well Done’ to the first person to understand this reference