Moscas en la casa...

I think I have discovered a downside to wonderful Buenos Aires - the mosquitos. These are not really your average, run of the mill North American mosquitos that you occasionally see while camping or barbecuing in the backyard in the summertime, the ones that keep away at the hint of a citronella candle or a little spritz of Off. No. These are huge, crazy, aggressive mosquitos who would feel right at home in The Birds or When Animals Attack, etc.

We basically live in fear of them and when one of us spots one inside the apartment, we get a half-crazed, intent look in our eyes and disregard whatever conversation/activity we were previously involved in. Then we stagger around, climbing on furniture and throwing whatever happens be on hand at the wall/ceiling in an attempt to kill the mosquito, shouting frantic instructions and encouragement to each other.
I know this is a really boring blog post, and I promise more exciting ones to come, but I am seriously confused by this. How the heck do so many mosquitos live in such a completely urban environment? AND how do the Argentines deal with it so well? You never see them with huge ugly welts all over their legs, swatting crazily at the air at sidewalk cafes, or jumping up after two minutes of sitting in the grass at a park only to discover you have 17 new bites to show off.

I know it's only going to get worse as Spring turns into Summer, so I have to know - what is the secret for surviving the mosquitos of Buenos Aires??

P.S. Cheers to you if you know & love the song "Moscas en la casa..." Shakira Shakira!