I'm going to violate the rule of this thread. What I'm going to tell you is the gospel truth, which I know about because it's from my own family, but it's so strange that SOME people are going to refuse to believe it, and will think it's a tall tale.
I live in Indiana, but I originally came here, almost fifty years ago, from Minnesota. Why did I leave Minnesota, you ask? The answer, in a word, is "mosquitoes". Minnesota mosquitoes are not your ordinary, garden-variety 'skeeters; they're huge.
To explain, I need to tell you about my grampaw. He had a little farm in Minnesota. He made a living, of sorts, but had a hard time at it because of the huge mosquitoes.
One day he went out with his mule to plow the back 40. But along came two mosquitoes and, between them, picked up the mule and carried him away, dragging the plow behind them, over the next hill.
As they flew away, Grampaw heard one of them say to the other as they crested the hill, "Where shall we take him, where the big fellows won't take him away from us?"
Grampaw had a shotgun strapped to his back, with the idea of shooting any 'skeeters that came around, but he realized too late that it wasn't loaded, so loading it held him up for a few minutes. He chased after them, hoping to somehow save the mule, but he was slowed down by the shotgun loading time just enough that when he crested the hill he saw the 'skeeters in the next valley. They'd eaten the mule, and were pitching horseshoes to see who would eat the harness!