An unexpected side effect of reading Carrie Ryan's fabulous YA zombie trilogy (The Forest of Hands and Teeth, etc.): This morning I counted 27 mosquitoes clinging in wait to my screen door. I thought, they're like zombies! They're milling about waiting to devour me. I understand that mosquitoes might be more commonly compared to vampires, as they drink blood, but come on. The milling about in relentless droves? Definitely zombies.