Mr. Mosquito.
July 24th, 2006Dear Mr. Mosquito,
I realize that my blood sustains you. I would even be moderately okay with this parasitic relationship if I didn’t run the risk of getting diseases from you. But you have gone one, two, three steps too far! I am frantically applying cortizone cream and ice packs to the three LARGE blood withdrawl sites on my forehead where you sucked the ever-living daylights out of me. THREE. BITES. ON. MY. FOREHEAD.
In addition to the three nasty bumps I have in plain sight, the two on my forearm are ~4 inches in red puffy diameter and I am going to have to go to the doctors for it. It would almost seem like your attack was to any region with the prefix of “fore”, however, as to not give me the piece of mind that comes with only having two body parts with the prefix “fore”, you took a nibble on my upper and lower shoulder.
In retaliation, Mr. Mosquito, I hope you suffered uncontrollably when I applied Deet to the following things: the screen in the bedroom window, the curtain, my side of the bed, my pillow, my pjs, and inadvertantly, my water glass. So now when I die of the Deet mutations instead of West Nile, I will still go on blaming you, you heartless bastard.
I hope you die.
Love,
Michie.
So you know me and my swelling when it comes to mosquito bites. I have found the cure all. Baking soda paste. Seriously, mine cleared up within three days.
IT WORKS! Kill those little bastards!
By Sheesha, on 07/24/06 at 6:56 pmYa know, they never really bite me. Of course… there aren’t too many out here in the 115 degree dry heat.
but man, right on your forehead? Ha! that sucks.
:-)
By MarkRoX, on 07/26/06 at 12:44 pm