There are few things that really get to me. Most times I am easy-going and can handle most things thrown at me. At least, that is how I perceive myself, I may be way off in left field, but, don’t tell me otherwise. I like living in the land of delusion. The voices in my head and I get along well, so this is my story and I am sticking to it.
There is one thing, though, that I cannot and will not like. I know hate is a very strong word and emotion, but this is what I feel. What, you ask could spark such a tirade? It is easy…. mosquitoes.
This winter was a very mild one. We had maybe a couple of days of real cold, but for the most part it was only light jacket weather. Because of this weather phenomenon, the mosquitoes from last summer never died. They thrived. They multiplied. They joined forces with other mosquitoes. They banned together and made a war plan. While I had some moments of sleep, one came in and painted a bull’s eye on me. It is a large bulls eye, only visible to mosquitoes. I can’t wash it off and spray does no good. I am doomed.
I walk my dear puppy, who, by the way gets a magic pill that protects him against said pests, and they land on him, but do not bother him. They treat him like a taxi, they land and he brings them to their destination – my home.
Each time I go out of my house I can count on at least 5 or 6 more bites. I am covered, literally, covered in bites. I am going to a wedding in a couple of weeks and have determined I need either a long sun dress or pants to wear, because my legs will detract from the beautiful bride. People will be aghast looking at the welts on my legs.
I am now known as that crazy neighbor who walks her dog and slaps herself as she does it. Take a step, slap! Take another step and slap a different place. Heaven forbid when they fly up and inside of my tee shirts, I just look demented then.
Well, that was my rant for the month. Had to get it out while I scratch my head, legs, arms, well, you get the idea. Just for further information, I have tried several different sprays, lotions, soaps, food, dryer sheets and nothing works. My dear hubby says I am sweet meat… hmm… don’t know if I agree with that. So, if any of you hear the legend of the jittery slap happy woman walking her dog, know that it is me, just trying to get some exercise and walk my puppy.
Hope you all have a great day. What is the bane of your existence? DAF