Picked up the Alaska Mosquito Trap in the wilds of Connecticut. I've never been to Alaska, but I was in British Columbia once, and I can vouch that the mosquitos were the size of chickens. A friend of mine went with his brothers on a camping trip to be Manly Men together on the Yukon years ago, and they gave up after three days. Each of them carried around his own personal cloud of skeeters about a yard thick.
Fortunately (or unfortunately), just about anywhere in New England is appropriate for this guy.