"Besquitoes": a cautionary tale

It's the time of year when our black raspberry bushes are in full production, and the Wife and the Farm-boy Trio go out every day and pick berries for a bit.  We can really only stay outside picking for a couple of minutes before we get eaten alive by "Besquitoes".  Do you know what those are?  The Pied Piper of the Trio tells us they are: "blood sucking female insects who want to EAT ME!"  No love loss here when a "Besquitoe" is sqwished.
Because we go out every day and pick for just a little bit, the harvest has been just a little bit, as well.  It's a little disheartening (actually) when the Trio goes out into the woods and returns with nothing in their containers and purple mustaches and beards.
Finally, the Wife had enough.  There's nothing being frozen for winter!!!  She cannot stand by, she hands the children over to the eldest Farmer's Daughter, gives instructions for lunch, outfits herself in blue jeans, cowboy boots and a rain slicker---off she goes into the woods, berry picking.  This has now become serious business.
About ten minutes into picking berries the Wife is pleased.  Gleaning is going well, at this rate, the harvest will be plentiful.  Twenty minutes goes by, the "Besquitoes" begin to get a little pesky.  Thirty minutes: thank goodness the Wife did put on the rain slicker, the "Besquitoes" are biting her through her jeans, but they cannot penetrate the slicker.  Forty minutes: a berry bush must have at least twenty very large and bursting ripe berries for the Wife to even think of going in there to pick them.  Fifty minutes: There's a humming sound out in the woods!  A very steady humming sound.  What is it???  It's the "Besquitoes", they are following her!  One hour: the "Bequitoes" are following her, they are biting her fingers, and the rain slicker is getting very hot.  Ouch!  They bit her between the eyes!  That's it!  Is this worth it?  The Wife begins to head home. Returning home after and hour and a half of picking berries, she has a little over four cups of berries in her bucket and is met by the Farm-Boy Trio.  They ask, "Did you bring back berries?  How did it go?  Can I have one?"
"NO!", the Wife says,"I had to fight the "Besquitoes" for these berries!  Don't touch them!  We are going to freeze them and never, ever, eat them!  They are only for special occasions.  And when we do eat them, it will only be one per person!"
Late at night, when the Farm-boy Trio cannot sleep...the Wife will tell them the story of the "Besquitoes" and how they guard the black raspberries so jealously that even fair maidens are leery of the desiring fruit.