Calling them bugs is putting it mildly, to say the least. Most people would not bat an eyelid thinking about this. They would not even know a mosquito even if it bit them. About the most they will feel is just a little itch that lasts no more than a few seconds. What happens is this. The moment it occurs; they just unconsciously rub it away. And it is gone. Never to return. If only it were that simple. And ask anyone who has to live under the constant threat of being infected by malaria in some of the most inhospitable and under-resourced areas on the planet.
You count yourself fortunate if your local city hospital has a vaccine against malaria at the ready. This is what happens. Or at least, this is what should be happening, as the case may be. It happens. It might not happen very often but in isolated moments, it does happen. A person is bitten by a mosquito. She may not have known it at the time. But she wakes up later in the most horrendous sweat and fever. She needs hospital care immediately. And she is diagnosed with malaria. While she receives her anti-malarial treatment the mosquito control warner robins unit swoops in.
It could be her apartment complex. It could be entire blocks. Now, this may seem like the stuff of riveting dramas but what better way to raise awareness. Of course, there are more informative ways of doing this but not everyone pays acute attention. Nevertheless, the potential for mosquito infestation can never be taken lightly. Consider it a shot in the arm for your neighbourhood when the mosquito control unit has made its rounds. You are safe. For now.