Tuesday, July 28, 2020
I've been lucky this year. Very few bug bites. I guess tha't because I don't spend a lot of time outside. This was an exception. Not only was it a bite, it was a big one.
Greed does you in every time. The mosquito wasn't happy for a quick sip of my blood. He drilled in and kept going. It gave me enough time to slap my arm and crush the mosquito like a bug. Not to ne overly graphic, but it was one of those kills that leaves a little blood spot, from the greedy mosquito, on the bite mark.
I won the victory but lost the war. The enemy was dead. Unfortunately, I was left with a growing itchy and painful bump. It's not my first battle wound. I had some lotion that took care of it. It was still slightly itchy a couple of days later, but I was fine, as long as I resisted the temptation to scratch.
It seems to be an exceptionally buggy summer. Gnats are everywhere, although the swarm seems to have subsided. An assortment of flying critters have taken a liking to the light on my back porch. It's brutal.
It makes you long for that first hard frost.
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