Anyone who has ever spent a summer in Maine understands about insane blackflies. They’re everywhere and there is no stopping them. Imagine that times ten, and you’ve got an idea what the flies are like in Mosul. Not only are they little suicide bombers determined to drive you mad with their incessant buzzing, they are also big enough to carry away a Chihuahua.
Enter the great American pass time: fly tennis. The ingenious folks who live in this part of the world have electrified tennis rackets that light up like a doggone fireworks show when you zap a gnat. I can’t imagine what zapping a horse fly (or are they camel flies over here?) is going to be like. It might crash the already fragile power grid.
So that’s what’s new and exciting from Mosul.