I noticed a mention of mosquitoes. Last night, while at the laundromat here on Guam, I stepped out the back door to watch a thunderstom off across the bay. And I actually saw one. It whined up to my shirt front and I waved my hand at it in a purely reflexive way. The poor thing dropped to the pavemanet and lay there for a few seconds panting before dragged itself back into the air and wobbled off in search of easier prey.

Nothing like the mosquitoes back in Maine. We lose one or two tourists a year to them. The tourist steps out without any repellant and disappears in a cloud of bloodthirsty insects. Before he can even call out he is drained to an empty husk which blows away on the wind.