My hatred for Mosquitos goes to the very core of my soul.
I went for a walk with a friend today at lunch and we stopped at a picnic table in the grass on a trail to rest. I had on a skirt and flip flops. (Yes, required attire at my office.) I was attacked by mosquitos. Two bites on my foot, one on my hip (?) and one on each arm. I have tried every remedy known to man to get the ITCHING TO STOP. I have systematically scratched 5 layers of my skin off. At some point I thought rubbing alcohol would be a good idea to put on my OPEN WOUNDS and I went through the roof. Stupidity is fun.
I am miserable and quite cranky about it.
I eat enough garlic to kill 1000 vampires, so I don't know what the deal is.