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This reminds me of the time I spent a night near a lake after it had rained a few days prior. I stopped near the lake first and was assaulted by a few dozen mosquitoes. I figured I was too close to the lake and biked another mile or two, only to learn that they were fucking everywhere. The night was fairly annoying - I put on long sleeves and long pants and killed about a dozen of them while I cooked myself some dinner, but it didn't take too long to kill the ones that made it into my tent.
The day afterwards was pretty bad. I had to bicycle up a mountain, and I couldn't ride faster uphill than the mosquitoes could fly. I also couldn't breath through my mouth, or mosquitoes would fly in, so I couldn't really set a faster pace. I fell over a few times after swatting at the ones on my face unbalanced me (it was a dirt road at low speed, so no injuries). When I got to ride downhill, I got to outpace them, and I was more relieved than I had ever been before in my life. I talked to a guy at a resort on that side of the mountains, and he told me that the mosquitoes had been known to carry off small children. I honestly wouldn't have been surprised.
On the bright side, since then I have never been especially concerned with mosquitoes. I just remember that night and day and anything else seems comical. I just try to keep my exposed flesh to a minimum and avoid moving the area they land on suddenly so I can kill them easily.
