Adios, Varmints
For the past seven years, until this weekend, I have lived in “the South”—in a few different places in Alabama and Georgia. I grew up in Florida, which is also a southern state, obviously, though not always in the capital-s sense. All of my human neighbors over the years have been unfailingly pleasant and hospitable. But many of my non-human neighbors I most assuredly will not miss. Among them are, first and foremost, the American Cockroach; and second, the mosquito.
As I set out for the San Francisco Bay Area, where I spent almost four years after college, I am reminded of the blissful and near total absence of both of my two greatest insect nemeses. I know there are many positive reasons to love the Bay Area, but these negative reasons are frankly far more significant to me. I am, at bottom, much less a pleasure-seeker than a displeasure-avoider.
So, good-bye ye dark and hideous invaders of my psychological comfort zones, and good riddance ye baneful blood-gorging plagues. May you and your proboscises shrivel and desiccate in an evolutionary cul de sac of no consequence to anything.
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