Those of you fascinated with the idea of me as fodder for insects might be interested to know that the pact between myself and the Mosquito World has seriously faltered only days into the season of its operation.
This is the pact whereby I don’t use any deterrent, and they in turn bite me on my limbs only except for my joints.
Last night a small group of mosquitos came into the house and successfully landed six bites on me that flared up. The pact transgression was by the aggressive insect nation and not your favourite deterrent non-wearing human being.
The mozzies first two bites took out my elbows, the third was through the shirt on the top of the shoulder, and the fourth through the shirt on the stomach. So when it came to the next two bites, I no longer cared as the damage was done.
A rocky start then to Mosquito Pact 2007 but all Peace Processes go through moments like these. I resolve to continue not to use deterrent this biting season.
That said, they were pushing it a bit with this attack so I killed two of them, bringing my total of mozzie kills to 3 - and we’re only in May. They’re not usually slow enough for me to catch them until September. Maybe I was in a bad mood.
Oh, and no, I haven’t started drinking pints of pickle juice. But I suspect I may.