
Ahhhhhhh, ‘straya.
If you live in Australia and have skin, you may have noticed an abundance of mosquitoes this spring.
Not just mosquitoes. GIANT mosquitoes. Mosquitoes the size and ferocity of fighter jets.
It’s a spring Aussie mozzie explosion. Yaaaaayyyyyy.
The other night at netball, one bit me on the tongue. ON THE TONGUE. Yes, maybe I shouldn’t play sport with my tongue sticking out, but it’s the only way I can concentrate, dammit. There I was, ‘here-if-you-need’-ing around the goal circle, when I felt a sharp twinge as a giant bloodsucker started munching on my tastebud. Unfortunately, my first instinct was to pull my tongue in and gasp, inhaling the little bugger into my mouth. Quickly followed by my second instinct: spit the mozzie out onto the court, so the players then had to avoid the mozzie plague AND my saliva.
It’s okay, though. Science has explained why.
Apparently, it’s September’s fault. If September hadn’t been all stupid and rainy, there wouldn’t have been so many wet areas for the mosquitoes to lay eggs in. Health authorities predicted a particularly bad mozzie explosion for Darwin (sorry guys) to start TODAY (sorry guys) and last for ten days (sorry guys x 10). Fortunately, an urgent spraying program has been launched to try and maintain the numbers.
By ‘spraying program’, I am assuming they don’t just mean giant cans of Mortein. But I’m no expert. They might.