Bite Me

I am now a soldier in the War on Terror, my new mission in life is to find and kill the enemy; to seek out the terrorists where they live. To fight them over there so we won't have to fight them at home (except their home is also my home, oops). The violent, wily terrorist of which I speak is, of course, the mosquito.



Our first month or so of living in India passed with nary a mosquito to be seen. However, those days of relative peace are now gone, and war has been declared. It began by an appearance of just a couple of mysterious itchy bumps in the morning, and quickly escalated to a full-blown battle as the early scouts must have called for back-up. One morning I woke up with six new bites on my legs, and I decided that I had to respond. I went on a rampage, killing every mosquito that I could find, and walking around armed with my spray bottle of OFF. I thought that a cease-fire had been declared as I have been bite-less for about a week (but still not long enough for my old bites to disappear), but this morning I discovered four new bites. My poor legs are a mess. The bites here seem itchier than I remember at home, and are so itchy that I have woke up in the middle of the night and found that I have been scratching in my sleep!



I was sort of freaked out by the mosquito bites at first, as in India, mosquitoes carry some nasty diseases such as dengue fever, chikungunya fever, and malaria, none of which sound fun. Now I am used to the bites, but they are just so itchy and they drive me nuts! The thing that is particularly frustrating is that all of our windows have mosquito netting covering them, and it is difficult to understand how they are breaching our defenses. I am grateful that I thought to bring a bottle of OFF, it has come in handy. Anyway, the war rages on, and those mosquitoes can just BITE ME!!!