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Will my paralyzing fear of mosquitoes ever abate? Something about their wiry legs makes my blood acidulate. One of those spindly bastards snook up on me today while I was waiting for the bus at Dupont Circle. My first reaction is to jerk away and swat indiscriminately where I first saw it. Because of it's lilting and irregular flight pattern, getting a lock on one of those putrescent turds is nearly impossible. Mostly due to the fact that I have no desire to touch them with my bear hands. I was swatting at this cad with tissues, occasionally spinning wildly trying to keep him in my sights until I realized that I must look rather schizophrenic to those passing by. I only wish I felt insane as well.