Eaten Alive

I swear if I don't have malaria, west nile virus, or yellow fever by the end of the summer, it will be a miracle.  Every time I go outside mosquitoes are on me like white on rice, and I am not kidding.  Within seconds of being outside, I am itching a new red welt.  Any skin that I have left exposed including face, hands, ankles, ears, neck, etc. is fair game according to those little buggers. And if I even think about going outside, a previous mosquito bite will inevitably start itching. 

From what I understand, this year is extremely heavy with mosquitoes because of all the rain that we had in the spring, however, we don't have ideal breeding grounds for mosquitoes in our yard and we certainly don't promote mosquito reproduction. We have citronella candles and bug spray; neither seem to provide any bit of protection. The new generation of mosquitoes is ruthless. Ruthless.

Our mosquito dilemma has literally has gotten to the point where I start to wonder what life would be like if the mosquitoes became extinct 65 million years ago instead of the dinosaurs, but then I snap out of it because we all know that would just pose another set of...dilemmas...  At this point, I can deal with a small, itchy red welt on my leg from a mosquito being hungry as opposed to not having a leg at all because a tyrannosaurus rex decided he or she was hungry.

For now, I will count my blessings that we aren't living amongst hungry, non-contained (read: wild) dinosaurs, but these bug bites have seriously got to go!