I've spent most of my time since February going on about how much I love the weather here. I was wearing shorts and flip flops the first week in March, and on my birthday (March 12) it was nearly 80. Perfect. Beautiful. Amazing.
Until just now, when I had my first mosquito sighting of the season.
Dang. Forgot about those, and the 50+ bites I had from the knees down at one point last summer.