A few days ago I had another encounter with Japanese bugs: mosquitoes this time. We were strolling down the historic town of Arimatsu when we encountered a beautiful grove with stairs leading up to a temple.
Little did we know that the grove contained a giant swarm of mosquitoes. At first it seemed like there were just a few mosquitoes. We felt that we could easily fend them off with a few handgestures. It turns out we were mistaken.
When we reached the temple at the top of the stairs, the gravity of the situation slowly became clear to us. By then the swarm had fully descended on us and we were being stung left and right, while frantically waving our arms about in futile attempts to keep the mosquitoes at bay.
We rushed back to the safety of concrete – where there are no pools of still water for mosquitoes to thrive in – but by then it was too late. Behold the result: