I hate winter, but right now I'd almost welcome a good, hard killing frost to do in the mosquitoes that have hatched since we were deluged by rain a few weeks ago. I'm usually not bothered by them (I don't react to the bites for more than a few minutes for some reason), but it's getting pretty old to go out to feed the chooks or what have you and have the bloodsucking hordes descend almost instantly like raiders on an unprotected village. Miserable little creeps.