I remember being at minor league baseball games in the 90s, waiting for dark to see fireworks after the game, and getting absolutely rained on by moths falling

I remember being at minor league baseball games in the 90s, waiting for dark to see fireworks after the game, and getting absolutely rained on by moths falling from getting cooked in the stadium lights. The cloud of moths would be so thick it would partially obscure the lights. The girls would scream and the boys would scoop up handfuls from the ground to throw at the girls. ... Not me. Other boys. Anyway. I don't think the mosquitoes got the memo. I feel like I get more and more bites every year.