Les Moustiquaires....

The handyman was up this afternoon to finish the mosquito screening project that he has been working on for three months. He had to come back this time because the board that he used to secure the rolled screening to the cement doorframe was actually blocking the door from closing.  It was a minor delay; this outer kitchen doorway actually plunges down four floors toward nothing and, understandably, gets little traffic. It makes an exceedingly more rational window-way.  Since the installation, I had been attributing the presence of mosquitos to some flaw in the workmanship behind the door left ajar.  However, tonight the work is done, and I still believe that the aggression and cubic volume of mosquitos has increased.  So, my theory has changed.  I now see them lining up like blood soldiers with their needlenoses cocked like bayonettes as they single-file through a miniscule crevice in l'impénétrable forteresse.  Only, I can't decide whether they are wearing képis or berets.