A (true) Lovecraftian Texas tale

On the way home today while riding the train, my seatmate is Gloria*, a delightful lady who lives in Round Rock, works as a full-time Austin paralegal, as a part-time cashier during South by Southwest (hey, it's $100 per shift, but she says you often won't get home after cleanup until around 4:00 am, whew,) and her three grown daughters all live in Austin.
In 1999, Gloria moves to Austin from Bridge City, Texas, near Beaumont. She says it's a "very different place" with oil fields and refinery smells and she doesn't want to go back; but, she misses some folks and a few years ago, a class reunion inspires a return visit along with her male friend, Joe*, but he's never been there before.
On their first night in Bridge City, Joe and Gloria are sitting in her car and he says: "What's that sound?"
"Oh," she cautions: "Those are mosquitos, and they're buzzing; so, here's what we need to do. We need to grab all our stuff, open the car door, and make a run for it."
For if you don't, within seconds, you'll be infested by a mosquito blanket and these aren't the flaky, papery kind. These are hefty dime-size suckers and they're all HUNGRY!

*All names have been changed to protect the innocent.

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