On the subject of skeeters

My town's name means Hot Springs in French and I've make good use of the array of cold, warm and hot pools. This geological blessing has its downside. The abundant water run off incubates a plague of mosquitoes that's if not of biblical portions it's darn near it. They are so numerous, they creates an ever present background whine like you might have living next to a airport or freeway. Even during the hottest days I'm obliged to wear my jeans and long sleeve shirts just to keep them away. During the slow parts of the day obsessively plot how to destroy them all.