Walked the woods today.

After the rains, there are several large ruts filled with muddy, stagnant water. One was clearly home to several dozen mosquito larvae, who were all looking eagerly toward to their blood feast, coming right after sunset.

For any souls who have climbed the hill in search of a beautiful sunset view, the thrill of nature’s glory is overcome by the sudden realization that every bit of exposed skin is being swarmed by mosquitoes.

From behind the glass, we can see the mosquitos in silhouette, flapping toward the sunset’s reflection.

Soon the bats wake up, and come hungry for breakfast. They fly past the windows in loops and spirals, happily noshing on sweet young mosquitoes, freshly fattened on the blood of tourists.