To the editor: I take no consolation in figuring out that I’m not alone in “mosquito hell” and I fully commiserate with columnist Robin Abcarian (“Mosquitoes are making Los Angeles summers a living hell,” Sept. 20). She completely describes the agony of the scenario.
I simply stroll exterior within the morning to get my Los Angeles Occasions and get attacked. The itching is driving me loopy. Not solely do the bites itch, however it appears like my entire physique is itching. However watch out for the scratching; I simply ended up with cellulitis and am now taking antibiotics in consequence!
The historical past of the mosquito and its influence on society is fascinating to examine however, sadly, doesn’t reduce the distress.
Liz Sherwin, Los Angeles
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To the editor: I’m satisfied that mosquitoes are bugs that aliens have designed to torment humanity. I scratch on the chunk as a result of I can’t resist the insidious itch that ensues. Even when I’m on the pool, Chardonnay in hand, having a cheerful dialog with a pal, I really feel a chunk, then the itch, and I start to scratch. Quickly, blood begins to run down my leg. How embarrassing! However that doesn’t cease me. I’ve misplaced all sophistication.
Even my patio vegetation not anticipate to be watered. I can’t go on the market. The sneaky little insect by no means sleeps. How do the birds escape this assault? They’re on the market all day, every single day, and appear to maintain dwelling life with none apparent stress. Quickly, I’ll have to let the birdbath dry up.
OK, Los Angeles, sufficient. Launch the sterile mosquito males! Hazmat apparel, anybody?
Connie Woodson, Studio Metropolis
