Dusk on the pier at Rancho Mirage begins with fading orange light, the steady hum of commuters returning home from Phoenix and hundreds of white flies and mosquitos flitting across faces from their hives in the soggy, patchy grass.  The flies appear immediately when approaching the community’s crowning landmark, a manmade lake at the mouth of the subdivision. During interviews with homeowners there, every person shooed insects from their eyes, mouth and hair.    Read the article…………………………….