Mosquito Madness
July 13, 2007
I’m being eaten alive.
We’re having a plague of killer mosquitoes at the moment. And, as if that weren’t bad enough, I’ve developed an allergic reaction to the bites. As a result, I’m starting to look like a new experimental breed of Dalmatian. Ok, slight exaggeration. But I would if the buggers administered their stings evenly. Instead they go mainly for my feet, which means I can hardly walk. I’m still undecided over which of the two scenarios would be the better one. I’m not dying to find out…
My 83 year-old friend asked me about a particularly well executed bite on the side of my neck. What have you got there, darling? A mosquito bite, I replied, my voice rising in a can-you-believe-it sort of way. It hurts, I added. Mmm, he nodded, and promptly rolled up his sleeve to reveal a massive rainbow coloured bruise. An injection gone wrong, apparently.
It was kind of funny, the two of us standing in the street comparing battle marks. Very Crocodile Dundee: ‘That’s not a knife…’
