One pleasant and one unpleasant.
The unpleasant surprise was that the heat took away my ability to blink comfortably without breaking into a sweat.
The pleasant surprise was the absence of mosquitoes, or rather my making it through the summertime without falling victim to these greedy little parasites!
For two magical summers I (rightfully) kept my blood to myself but for reasons unknown to me, in the summer of 2013 a gang of stray mosquitoes has magically appeared in my house and I have spent more time than needs to be admitted chasing them around, trying to get rid.
Sometimes I glimpse my murderous face in the mirror as I smack every surface trying to kill, kill, KILL one!
You see, I have always considered mosquitoes to be the lowest form of severe irritation since I, myself was a source of annoyance to my parents' insecure attention-seeking friends.
This is because for some reason every mosquito in whatever country, finds my blood to be a particularly tasty treat.
Meaning, I have to wake up with an average of three new bites every morning... though I wonder if it is one little drain bag doing all the work or it is a collective dogs-in-heat situation, where if one gets a go then everyone else has to mark a spot too!
Usually I feel guilty when I kill a bug even accidentally, but I will gladly hand mosquitoes over without a second thought!
Ella Roberts,
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