I learned two very important lessons last night:
1) Our house is not bug proof.
2) Swinging a pair of yoga pants over my head and then whipping them repeatedly against the wall is an excellent tool for a) killing mosquitoes and b) losing any shreds of respect for me that my dogs may have had remaining… they both left the room.
Here’s the silver lining; for now, it’s just mosquitoes. I’ve already heard a handful of horror stories about some of the other kinds of bugs that go bump in the North.