While watching “True Blood” on HBO the other night with my daughter, I was reminded of another reason I love living here.
Bugs. Specifically, the lack thereof.
People who’ve come here from other parts of the U.S. or the world at large cannot forget mosquitoes, gnats and flies. The pesky flying insects are locked in our memory banks.
But stop and think about it: When was the last time you were bugged by insects in the Conejo Valley?
I swear the only mosquito that bit me i...