It’s definitely time for everyone to spruce up their manners. I don’t mean those ones about how to fold your napkin or which fork to use.

The truth is, I admire them. These street kids who make up their own rules for their own games as they go along (well-meaning foreigners teaching the rudiments of Little League ball to local barrio children write that those little athletes like to do things their own way—see story in Laguna Chapalac).

For years, certain real estate agents were able to convince those newbies shopping for houses in Ajijic that there are no mosquitoes here. They would be hard pressed this year to convince anyone. Those tiny ankle-biters are everywhere—and they are HUNGRY, having apparently developed a penchant for the flavor of repellant. They are hard to catch, too. Some are so tiny they are invisible unless you’re wearing your reading glasses. Give me old fashioned Montana style mosquitoes (you know the ones — they can make love to a turkey while standing flat-footed) that are a little slower and visible to the naked eye. There’s a great satisfaction in grabbing them from the air, opening your hand and viewing the squished remains.