When I was on my mission, I noticed that mosquitoes generally really liked my feet. I don't know if it was just the fact that they had been in shoes all day (my feet, not the bugs), but once we got home in the summer and opened the windows my feet would get bitten all to bits. The bites didn't itch too badly though, which I guess might be to some regional difference in mosquitoes (?).
I guess the reason I brought this up is because two nights ago, while we were in my in-laws' backyard roasting marshmallows, I was bit several times. This was remarkably like what happened on my mission, except that I was on a different continent. Plus, there was no window, and I hadn't been in shoes at all, and the bites really itch. I counted sixteen bites on my feet (plus a lumpy thing on my left elbow which may or may not be a bite), all of which seem to be composed of minuscule angry badgers trying to claw their way out. I felt sorry for them so I tried to feed them some topical benadryl today, followed tonight by some dermoplast. They must be happier now because the bites don't hurt so much. I feel like such a friend to nature on so many levels.
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