Twenty something years I’ve lived in this place
Where mosquito visits were just a bore;
Waves of invaders in my homely space -
They’d lift, take blood then drop me to the floor.
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But after ten years they just disappeared;
No midnight vigils to await the hordes,
Even one marauder no longer feared;
No more to be smashed against the floorboards.
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Peace and tranquility not quite restored -
Visits by Californian ‘roaches:
In more trouble as I am again floored.
Big buggers on time as summer approaches.
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They’d manage to knock me down with a smack
And then stick their long antennas up my nose.
But perhaps California took them back -
This year I’ve had none by summer’s close.
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It’s been a good summer, with none of them in sight;
Though does this mean climate change begins to bite?
Now kind reader you are quite at liberty to survey elements of this account with a modicum of skepticism; however it would be wrong to dismiss it in its entirety. The mosquitoes did come and then disappear; the roaches did not return this summer.
Climate change? Atypical seasons?