Mosquito musing in Malta

I woke up this morning scratching a mosquito bite on my ankle.

The last thing I remember before falling asleep was the sound of the fogger on the city truck driving by the house.

I usually get up and shut the windows when I hear the truck approaching, but last night I was just too tired. And a little Malathion never hurt anybody did it?

When I was a kid in Indiana we used to chase the spray truck through the neighborhood on our bicycles, disappearing into the dense white cloud when we neared the truck. It was great fun and no one ever suggested it wasn’t a good idea.

The insecticide coming out...