It's like North by Northwest. Does that make me Cary Grant?→[More:]

For the second night in a row, my town is being fumigated via airplane. The plane has been coming and going for the past 15 minutes or so. It comes down really low, like a crop duster -- so low that the trees bow in its wake. There's this sort of haze outside. Poison.

I feel like I'm in a Hitchcock film, but instead of The Birds, it would be called The Mosquitoes.

It also reminds me of growing up in Texas, and the mosquito truck would go down the street at dusk spraying noxious fumes, and we'd run along behind it because, well, there really wasn't much else to do.

*hocks, spits up cancer*