My brand of perfume for summer isn't Victoria's Secret or Bath & Body Works. It's Off, as in the insect the repellent. It's that time of year when I get eaten alive by Satan's little minions, mosquitoes (spiders fall into the minion category too, I hate them!). I don't know why I taste so good to those nasty little buggers, but I do.
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| I can feel myself contracting a disease just by looking at this |
I already have some bites on my legs and one on my hand, which has finally stopped itching. The ones on my legs are right below the back of my knee, such an awful place to have them. Clothes rub against them and they itch when my legs are crossed and I cross my legs all the time. This constant itching leads to constant scratching and results in red and bigger bites. Not cool. I don't even know how I got most of them because I haven't spent that much time outside. I'm just glad none of them have gotten big like they usually do. I'm so allergic to bites that they get disgustingly huge. I hate when it happens and it makes me so self conscious when I have this mountainous bump (usually on my arm) on my body.
Seriously, why can't mosquitoes be useful and suck fat instead of blood? At least getting bitten would be worth it.
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