all this time I thought I was imagining that the skeeters loved me and it turns out I'm their favorite blood type!
Nah, we are just particularly tasty morsels. DH and I both are O+ and they chew on me and ignore him.
'Dirty Girls'
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all this time I thought I was imagining that the skeeters loved me and it turns out I'm their favorite blood type!
Nah, we are just particularly tasty morsels. DH and I both are O+ and they chew on me and ignore him.
Eat garlic and spicy foods. Works a treat, I swear. I still get bit occasionally by skeeters (living, as I do, in Mosquito Mecca...there's a "mosque" "mosquito" joke in there, but I can't quite reach it and it's probably more trouble than it's worth anyway...) but nowhere near as much as I did as a kid before I developed the love of garlic/hot sauce that I have today.
You could also inject 100% DEET into your veins*. Sure, it might kill you, but at least insects won't feast on your festering corpse.
Also, GOD! Am I a fucking horrible friend or what?!
All you Miracleborn Family (you know who you are) in SoCal...Jesus, I hope you make/made it safe through the fires.
What the hell? I move away and I suddenly forget the feeling of watching ash settle on my car like snow?
Agh.
Eat garlic and spicy foods.
Yeah, no. They still devoured me when I worked in the Spanish restaurant and ate alioli and romesco sauces on a regular basis. My solution was moving to California where the skeeters are rare and about 1/5 the size of the midwestern buggers. (that's not really why I moved to CA but it's nice to remind myself of the perks when I am missing Chitown.)
Meeting dragging on. Don't they know Beatle Rockband is in my car, waiting to go home and be played?!?!
Don't they know Beatle Rockband is in my car, waiting to go home and be played?!?!
Fools. You'll have to show them, show them all.
Does that mean I can leave early? There is still one more hour to go!
I am starting to feel very bad for one of our more annoying frequent fliers. He calls for an ambulance every day (sometimes twice) and every day (sometimes twice) goes to the hospital. I can't even wrap my head around that kind of ongoing bill. Now we're having to send police along with the ambulances because his neighs are threatening to hurt him if he calls for an ambulance again....so today he hobbled down the street to nearest mini mart and called from there to avoid reprisals. The guy is annoying, but he clearly has a serious problem that is not being treated.
Michigan skeeters are as big as Chinook helicopters.
Well, let's see...my blood type hasn't changed. If it isn't the spicy foods then it must be the beer.
Okay: Drink beer. Lots. Even if it doesn't keep the skeeters away, who gives a fuck? You've got beer!