Mosquitophobes and Fireworks

Talk about a kill-joy. We are in muggy Baltimore for the 4th of July and planned to see a fireworks show tonight. In the back of my mind I was concerned about getting eaten up by mosquitoes. Nobody hates them more than me. That always surprises me. Am I the only one that thinks that having my blood involuntarily sucked out and dealing with an itchy bump that was left behind invasive? To make matter worse, it rained a little, making tonight the perfect evening for mosquitoes to come out and feast on us while we try to enjoy the fireworks show. My kids were looking forward to the fireworks, but I was tempted to stay home or in the car. Of course, I told my wife about this outside earshot of the kids so that they wouldn't know what a wimp I am. Ultimately, I armed myself with bug spray (and applied it generously to myself and the kids) and took the kids. I'm glad I did. The show was great. The view was great. Sharing that fun experience with the kids and watching their awe-struck faces was great. And the mosquitoes, well, they didn't even show up.