Charlene treaded the water to keep her head above it. But unbeknownst to Chalene, the waters were swimming with hungry Mosquito Larvae. They bathed in the warm hot-tub like waters, just waiting for the fresh flesh of victims to gorge themselves on. The volcanic flows deep below the swamp heated the waters, without it, the mosquitos wouldn’t be able to breed during these colder months. The wrigglers floated, breathing in air through their siphons that poked up through the surface right beside the girls and boys their parents had deposited for them.

As something slippery brushed against her leg, Charlene pulled it back. She shivered, hoping that it was just her imagination. Sensing motion, the mosquitos moved closer to their unaware dinner.