Remember Jumanji? Remember the mosquitos the size of baby elephants that could break car windows and drill through solid oak doorways?

That's what the mosquitos are like here right now.

Nowhere so much so as our property. When we were out there last night, Jason said, "These are the kind of mosquitos that go home and smoke cigars and drink beer at night." And they were out for our blood.

Hopefully, they die down a little in a few weeks. In the meantime, here are some pics of the new digs. (Click on any photo to see it larger.)

There a TONS of wild strawberries all over the field. I hope I actually get to have some, before some bird or woodland creature snaggles them all.

"The mosquitos are coming! The mosquitos are coming!"

On the "road" side of the trees.

Look! I was there! Really, I was!

No, really!

"Be careful, Mr. Ryan. Not everything in here reacts well to mosquitos." (Poor Jabin! Today he got it even worse!)

The gory aftermath of the Killing of the Bloodsuckers--which ensued when we had to get back into our van to leave.