The black table of death. That’s what.
Every morning, I awake to a scene of carnage reminiscent of the battle of Cannae. Bodies laid out like so many Roman Legion; proboscis spears silenced by this genocidal monolith. Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.
Seriously, any of you amature entomologists know WTF is happening? I mean, I’m not complaining because, less mosquitos, but I cant figure it out. I’m thinking it might get to hot for them and they fry (?) who knows.