A short note on mosquitoes

Nice, white American legs are a delicacy for the mosquitoes here. I just tried counting how many bug bites I had on my right leg, and I lost count around 39.

Hello mosquito. On today’s menu we have a nice selection freshly imported from Missouri.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, scratch my legs raw for about three minutes and then go back to sleep. I pride myself on the number of mosquitoes that I can kill during French class that day.

I’ve always been one to receive more than my share of mosquito bites, but I’m starting to feel like the mosquitoes and I don’t quite have a balanced relationship.

On the plus side, I’m not concerned with the possibility that I smell bad because I am always scented with eau de bug spray.