Spent a little time pulling vines this morning. Was feeling all proud of myself, and then I got inside and saw this:

That's a bite the size of a chicken egg on my forehead. And here I was feeling all pleased about the relatively low mosquito threat: normally by this time of the summer, after an hour outside I would be swarmed by them, bites all over. This morning I only had one bite on my arm, and (I thought) one particularly itchy one on my forehead. I thought having the goats clear all that brush, and then cleaning up junk around the yard, must have removed the mosquitoes' breeding ground.
Well it obviously wasn't a mosquito; what the hell was it? What makes a bite that big? Whatever it was, I'm sure it's gone. I would definitely have noticed another bite like that.
Holy crud! That was one of them Himalayan Bigsnozz mosquitos what got you there, I'm guessing.
It must have been drawn to my mighty forehead.