Winged Menace

I hate mosquitoes. You know this. I’ve griped about them often enough in this here blog.

The problem with these dry spells is that mosquitoes come out to party like it’s 1999.

I’ve been involuntarily contributing every evening, as I sleep, to the Help Repopulate The Mosquito Population blood donation drive.

In the morning, I get up feeling a few pints short of a full tank.

Of course, the itchiness then set in. Today, this turn of events has taught me another life lesson.

Never use a shaving blade to scratch an itch on your face – or elsewhere.


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