I am mosquito crack. My bedroom is a crackhouse.
I'm serious. There are mozzies out there who are buzzing about going, "Oh man, I just need another hit. I'll be fine if I can just get another hit."
They wait under cover of darkness until an innocent body part falls out from under the covers and then they feed, like pigs at a trough, up and down my arms and legs. Although precisely how my bum managed to fall out from under the covers remains a mystery.
And, through all of this, Ghost sleeps peacefully, unmolested by any member of the Anopheles family.
Bastard.
Monkey Business
Two 
lost last week and another gone this week. [cue The Count] Twenty four hah, hah, hah!
What's all this monkey business about then?
Oh god. There's nothing worse than mosq. bites on your bum! Scratching is so humiliating!
I think, um... mosquito netting?
Or you might try a blood transfusion with Ghost while he's sleeping, so that he suffers, too. Misery does love company.
And CONGRATS on your latest monkey triumphs!
Blame it on your parents sweetheart. Some people are genetically predisposed to giving out a pheremone which is the mosquito equivalent of a sign saying "Free beer" at a music festival.Not only that, but they tend to have a heightened reaction to the little bastards' bites. It is particularly prevalent in people with fair complexions like yours.
I'm afraid you are either going to have to suffer being a mossie smorgasbord or get used to the smell of burning mosquito coils.
Extreme happies and a few woohoos even to my (not so big now) sister on the removal of unwanted monkeys... Such the good.
It must be something in our genetics however... Are we like Borg... Like one collective being(Mum, Tree and I)? Can monkeys be passed on through telepathy maybe? One of us loses monkeys... Then... Hmmm...
I am gaining monkeys, at a rapid rate. Monkeys like me I think.
Yay for Tree... Not yay for me.
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I'm just worried that in several thousand years time when the cockies and mozzies have evolved into the new masterrace they're going to use the traces of DNA found in one of their ancestors to clone a race of savage Lady Miss Trees to fill a huge Park. Then the power will fail and you'll kill Bob Peck! God damn you!