Your piece (Oct. 17) on mosquitoes in the Central Valley brought back memories. From 1960 to 1962, I lived in southern Nigeria, in Africa, where mosquitoes were numerous. I was taking an antimalarial, and stupidly slept without my mosquito net because it made me warmer.
The biters overrode the beds, and I was down for two days. I had, one night, a Technically fever dream in which I was trying to stack my internal organs up against a barbed wire fence, but they kept falling down because they were shaped like candle wax drippings on a wine bottle. My principal's wife -- I was teaching and his family lived upstairs from me -- was an RN from Jamaica. She diagnosed me, got me the right beds, and told me to use my mosquito net.
Liberals like me might be tempted to catch a lot of our mosquitoes and let them loose in John Boehner's bathroom, but that would be wrong. Besides, they're too small for the cops to shoot.