A dainty white-gray wisp swirled over our heads as we drove in the growing dusk. It was a little eerie, we didn’t see any source for the smoke. It trailed long behind us and ahead as far as we could see to the next turn. THEN, the headlights hit it just right. That wasn’t smoke; it is a continuous streak of mosquitoes. Millions of them swirling in the thermals some 15 feet above the road. We were oh so thankful that we had the top up.