There's a Skeeter on my Peter...Knock it off!

Picture yourself in a soft and comfortable bed. You've been sleeping for about 4 hours and it has been a deep and wonderful 4 hours. There is a warm breeze coming through your hotel room sliding glass door filled with the intoxicating sounds of the ocean and salty air smells. Lovely isn't it?

All of the sudden you are JERKED awake abruptly by this foreign and uninvited noise in your ear, "bzzzzzzzzz!" You sit straight up as you fight the air with your hand trying to wisp this irritance from your beloved ear drums. Heart beating at a faster pace, eyes trained into the black sea containing this bug, you stare for a bit trying to get a glimpse of the sleep ruiner. Finally after a minute or so you are satisfied that whatever beast buzzing your ear has buzzed to a place far from you. So you lay back down. You close your eyes and nestle back into what is still a wonderfully comfy sleeping environment. Not two minutes later, it makes another drive by, dive bomb, tower buzz! Son of A BITCH!

The second buzzing of the tower left me with no recourse. I jumped straight out of bed! With only hate in my blood I turned on every light in that room. To my extreme displeasure I became aware that our enemies had us surrounded. Almost in tears I cried to my boyfriend that the room had been taken over by mosquitoes! There were mosquitoes all over the ceiling just planning their attack. The war had begun!

I am still itching. Apparently I was the only afflicted soldier in this battle for good vs. itchy. I have over 10 bites on my back, they bit my PINKY finger, my hands, my feet, my legs, my neck!!! Mr. Brad did get one bite. ONE! In the annihilation of these wretched skeeters, everyone that was murdered had blood in them.

So if I die of malaria, scurvy (what is scurvy?) or dysentery...er? You won't wonder why!