posted on Sep, 6 2005 @ 10:03 AM
Here's the conspiracy.
They are ALL out to get me.
Yes, it's true.
Take last night. We had a tornado pass through, so yes, it was humid. In my infinite wisdom (ahem), I stepped outside for ooooh...about 45 seconds,
total (it was my first tornado, k? I was curious. Silly, but curious).
I was bitten NINE times, in under 45 seconds, by mosquitoes. Now, I don't know if it was one who just had a grudge (The Termiskeeter?), whether it
was a family, or just several hungry little blighters.
And I wouldn't be quite as peeved if they didn't leave me with two inch wide welts every time they inserted those wonderfully efficient probiscual
appendages (I'm fairly sure I just made up a word there. Oh well). It must be my English blood? Maybe I'm considered a delicacy? Or maybe
I'm just "woot! Buffet!".
I understand mosquitoes are food for dragonflies.
But other than that...exactly what
is their purpose?!
My running total for the past two weeks is 49.
Forty nine mosquito bites. In two weeks. Extrapolate that to include the matter of each bite leaving (on average) a two-inch welt.
It's NOT pretty.
(Though I'm thankful they don't actually carry much in the way of disease, up here in the midwest. Very thankful)