I have 16 mosquito bites on my legs. I covered them all up with band-aids so I would stop scratching them.
I'm never going outside in shorts again after dark. I used to do it all the time with no problem. Not anymore.
I hate mosquitoes. They're evil things sent specifically to bother humans and leave their legs an itchy mess, while they buzz off with a belly full of blood and laugh maniacally.
This one in particular enjoys pretending it's a non-sparkly vampire.
I learned from the ever trustworthy Wikipedia, mosquitoes living in nature (apparently some live in captivity?) usually don't live longer than a couple weeks. That makes it even worse. They hatch, they grow, they bite as many humans and animals as they can, and then they die. But there's like, a bazillion (that is not a trustworthy statistic from Wiki) of them out there. How do they manage this?!
I do, however, feel like I helped assist many families of mosquitoes in to breeding more little monsters. I may have assisted in the building of a giant army of mosquitoes considering the state of my bitten legs. Or maybe they just really like my blood.
I apologize to you all for unknowingly helping the mosquito population get fed.
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