. . . after a five-mile walk . . .
. . . in rural retreat . . .
If you were here you’d be swatting mosquitoes, too—and wasps and bees and deer flies— and let's not forget the spiders, who are supposed to eat the bugs. They are feasting on me, however. Do they think I’m a bug? I’ve been scratching myself to death. When I arrived, I thought let them live, hoping not to rouse the bug gods. Now that I'm still alive I think to hell with karma. I swat them all without a thought.
Jan,
I destroy all of the bugs that bug me, such as mosquitoes.
I’ve swatted, but I prefer a spray-can of Flying Insect Killer, a WMD amongst bug defences .
Recently I learned about something called WITCH HAZEL. Apparently, the liquid is an effective treatment of itching from mosquito bites. Ladies know about the stuff because it is useful for a large range of situations involving human skin.
In my older years, I avoid the forested wilderness. If I visit, I worry about the ticks that create lyme disease, so I no longer visit, I just drive on by, searching for a cozy hotel room with screened windows.