It is your trump,
It is your hateful little trump,
You pointed fiend,
Which shakes my sudden blood to hatred of you:
It is your small, high, hateful bugle in my ear.
Why do you do it?
Surely it is bad policy.
They say you can't help it.
-- D.H. Lawrence, The Mosquito
Sometime this summer -- it's probably already happened -- you will hear that hateful little trump. At the first sound of its intensely annoying whiny hum, faint but frantically high-pitched, you'll hold stock-still, on full alert, hand raised at the ready. And then: splat. One less mosquito to...
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