Bloodthirsty

They're small. They're fast. They're bloodthirsty. It's a new batch of mosquitoes. Surprisingly, when you get as many mosquitoes as we do out here, you get to know the different kinds. I'm not a biologist, but the bugs have personalities. Some mosquitoes are big and lazy. Others stay in the shade, avoiding the heat of the day. But this batch is the bloodthirstiest, probably because the days before frost are numbered.

In other news, the petunias that I almost killed are still almost dead. I really can't bring myself to pull them up. One of the pots has some new growth, but that might be seeds sprouting rather than re-growth on the old plants. Is it foolish to keep trying? If there's one thing that makes a gardener in Minnesota going, it's hope.