Oh no, my friend, what you need more than good weather is a miraculous device to controll the mosquitos. All of the old jokes about the big ones and the little ones had to have originated at Sabine Pass. The last time that we were there in the mid-90's, the mosquitos were the true victors in the engagment and by mutual consensus, we struck tents in the middle of the night and beat a precipitous retreat. The wind died and we were fearful that the truly big ones were about to come out.

Controlling mosquitos is like Alfred the Great commanding the tide not to come in, but is there any way to minimize them?