A fact about me: I am the world’s most attractive person.
If by “the world” you mean the mosquito population of where ever I happen to be living at the time.
I once did a study abroad trip in Ghana. There was a risk of malaria, so we all took anti-malarial meds and used repellant judiciously. Soon, however, it became apparent that, as my professor said, the best way to avoid getting bitten was to stand next to me.
Mosquitos love me. Which is how I ended up with this (along with many others) after a trip to the pool on Sunday:
Yes, that vaguely goiterish thing on my forehead is a mosquito bite. Please disregard the red face/wet hair/generally disheveled look and focus on the bad boy. Awesome, yes?
So you would think that tonight before I set out on what ended up being an hour and a half walk at dusk I’d be smart enough to spray on some bug spray to prevent such an occurance.
You’d be wrong.
On the plus side I was walking with a friend, E, who is fabulous and quickly becoming one of my favorite people and she was both an excellent distraction on the walk and supplied me with some good anti-itch stuff so I’m not in quite the agony I could be at the moment.
I’m still in a little agony, which probably serves me right.
A note to myself: Be ye not so stupid next time.