Every centimetre of exposed skin, which is just about all of me since I was wearing tiny tiny shorts and an old t-shirt from which I cut off the arms to make into a tank, is swollen and itchy. It's those vicious mosquitos. I was weeding the flower garden the one with the blue spruce tree, london pride, columbine and primulas, none of which can be seen because the weeds are were bigger than the plants. The sun hadn't got around to that part of the garden and it was still damp from being watered a day or to ago. The mosquitos were gleefully treating my body like a buffet, dive boming my face, fighting over my neck like it was a juicy steak.
Determined to weed the garden I came inside for reinforcements, A long sleeved shirt and hat with a makeshift mosquito veil. The bugs migrated to my legs and I quickly finished pulling most of the weeds.
Immediately I came inside. I was going to eat an early lunch but instead I found myself in the shower, rinsing dead bugs out of my hair, scarping them out of my ears and wiping them off my face. Yuck.
Happy Canada Day
1 comments:
That sounds awful! Doesn't sound like even bug repellent would've been effective
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