Because the sun was not out today, I decided that this afternoon was perfect to paint. I thought that because it wasn't sunny, there'd be no mosquitos. Plus it takes a lot of time to spray bug spray, so I thought I didn't need it.
And then, while getting out the ladder in the backyard, I see a mosquito hanging on my left elbow and smack ... something (not necessarily a skeeter) on the back of my neck. Fine, bug spray it is.
I knew I was low, but I assumed I still had some left. I didn't. What little I had I sprayed around the cuffs of my khakis. And when I tried spraying around my head, I didn't hear that hiss indicating the aerosol is working. Shit. I was reduced to getting whatever drops were still in the can by shaking it down and collecting what comes out.
It was enough. Well, I thought it was enough. It covered what needed covering, and for most of my afternoon painting I was fine. But then I felt an itchy feeling on my left thigh. Did a mosquito crawl up my leg? Can it sting through thick pants?
Then, just as I was finishing up, I felt this sensation on my inside left wrist, where all my veins are, where one would cut oneself if you want to commit suicide. Can you get a bite there? And after I saw that, I saw a mosquito, a good-sized one, on my right arm. I tried to kill it but I missed. I think my kill rate is 5-10%. I wish it were higher. Could a bug's senses be faster than my swatting motion?
So I go in and see these two bumps forming on my left wrist and right arm. I hate that. But I didn't scratch them. Not because I was trying to resist, but because it didn't feel like they needed to be scratched. Weird; when I was young, whenever I got a mosquito bite I'd be tearing into my skin. Am I somehow getting immune in my old age?
Note to self: Buy bug spray. Could've gotten them the two times I went to Target last week. Oh well, I'll probably be going to Target two times this week even if I didn't need mosquito repellent.
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