Southern Utah’s Mosquito Hawks Don’t Hunt?

I have spent three straight days escorting some gangly sky‑daddies out the front door like an unpaid bouncer in an off-shoot Star Wars Bar episode.

It’s Mosquito Hawk Season in Southern Utah

If you’ve noticed an uptick in creatures that look like mosquitoes who hit a growth spurt and a midlife crisis at the same time, congratulations: it’s mosquito hawk season in Southern Utah.

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These long‑legged, floppy‑flying chaos noodles are back, and they’ve decided your home is their Airbnb.

But don’t panic — mosquito hawks (aka crane flies) are harmless. Truly harmless. Like, “can’t bite, won’t bite, doesn’t even know how to bite” harmless. Their only real skill is accidentally head‑butting your lamps.

The dirty Secret Behind Mosquito Hawks

Here is the sad truth behind these flying confused helicopters. their nickname if far too generous. Yes, I am sorry to report that these gangly teens do not hunt mosquitos.

What? They don't eat mosquitos? Since I can remember I have been trying to carefully capture them with some of the following helpful tips to preserve their hunt. Sadly, they won't help you with your mosquito problem, but you can still try the following to manage the un-invited guests.

1. Become a Door‑Opening Ninja

You will open your door 47 times a day. For guests? No. For groceries? No.
For one mosquito hawk who keeps gently thumping the window like it’s asking to borrow sugar.

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2. Designate a “Wrangling Cup”

Every Southern Utah household needs one:
A cup + a piece of junk mail = your official mosquito hawk relocation kit.

3. Turn Off the Lights, Turn On the Drama

They love lights. They worship lights. They think lights are the gateway to heaven.
So flip off the lamp, open the door, and watch them show their preference for indoor dark walls over outdoor lights. Seriously, why won't the exit?

4. Wear the Wrangler Title with Honor

Southern Utah has red rocks, incredible hikes, and now… you, the proud mosquito hawk wrangler.

You didn’t choose this life — this life fluttered into your kitchen and bonked into your forehead.