A frontal assault

Our backyard looks like a jungle. And, just like a jungle, there are clouds of mosquitoes. The moment you walk out, swarms and swarms descend on any exposed flesh. All the most frustrating is that the only thing Lord Google has told us is that the way to murder mosquitoes is to find the standing water where they breed. Well, we don't have any standing water. So, they have to be hiding somewhere. I originally thought that they issuing forth from under the deck...but it seems that I have stumbled across a more important stronghold of theirs: The moldy pile of dead thornbushes. Yeah, who knows how long the thornbushes have been dying and falling in this pile in one part of the yarden (what do I call it? It's not the lawn, it's not a garden. It's like a place where there is no grass, but tons of plants. Having never lived in a land where plants grow without cultivation, I don't understand what this should be called. So, yarden.) Tonight, I laid seige to the thornbush pile and got eaten alive. However, now that I cleared out a goodish portion, I plan to finish the assault. Consider this the Helms Deep moment...except there is no Gandalf to save you, rotten mosquitoes living in the thornbush pile.


(If you click on the picture, you can kind of see the thornbush pile on the left in the yarden.)