As I tried to dry myself off and get dressed, Stef started to kill mosquitoes. When I was dressed, I joined her. For over an hour, we killed mosquitoes inside our RV. By the thousands. It was pretty intense, and at some point, the intensity got to be too much for Stef. In a moment of panic, she decided she needed to apply some of our aerosol insect repellent… Right now… INSIDE THE RV. Remember, we only have a 22 foot class B. In seconds, Stef’s foray into chemical warfare started to give us both DEET poisoning. We put wet rags over our mouths and went back to killing mosquitoes.
Into the second hour, we were still killing mosquitoes, and we realized we weren’t making any headway. We thought they were getting inside somehow. I don’t know if that was actually true, because we were both woozy from the DEET fog. But there was no way we would be able to sleep in the RV without waking up as shriveled, bloodless corpses. It was still raining, and we were pretty much out of options. We admitted defeat. We had lost the Great Mosquito Siege of 2014. We just wanted to leave.
We had to break camp, which meant disconnecting the power and retracting the awning. Once again, I was nominated to go outside. The rain had not abated, and the mosquitoes had not either. At least, this time, I had the sense to go outside with some clothes on. Long pants. Jacket. Hat. Gloves. Closed toed shoes. I was fairly well protected, but breaking camp meant opening the door two more times. This let another 500,000 mosquitoes into the RV, but we were finally able to retreat.