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I know it's weird, but I really don't mind getting bug bites. In fact, I kind of like them. I like itching.
but yesterday was overkill.
While running Alex up and down Jones beach (a tip: bringing a 2 1/2 year old to the "wavey" side of the beach after they are no longer afraid of the water is a bad idea. baaaaaad.), I got stung by like 3 horseflies {another tip: I read somewhere that a horsefly bite stings because they are actually peeing on you when they bite you, so if you rinse the bite with water, it will stop hurting.}
in the water, some freaky floating "I look like a peice of non threatening seaweed but I'm really a biting motherfucker" water bug thing bit me on the arm while I was trying to protect Alex from the bugs, and at the same time keep him from drowning {Since WHEN do they prohibit water wings at the beach? WTF is THAT all about??}.
Later, back at the homestead, a rebel mosquito went totally kamaze on my ass, something like 12 bites on my legs.
And then, THEN, when I thought I was safe in the house, no more toddlers to worry about, I'm dutifully blogging my day and I feel a sharp sting on my leg, and looked up just in time to see a spider the size of a gorilla crawling away. Now I have a welt the size of my palm on my leg.
I look like I have some fucked up form of leprosy.
but you can bet I killed that motherfucker good. Thank you, Sunday edition of the New York Times.
but yesterday was overkill.
While running Alex up and down Jones beach (a tip: bringing a 2 1/2 year old to the "wavey" side of the beach after they are no longer afraid of the water is a bad idea. baaaaaad.), I got stung by like 3 horseflies {another tip: I read somewhere that a horsefly bite stings because they are actually peeing on you when they bite you, so if you rinse the bite with water, it will stop hurting.}
in the water, some freaky floating "I look like a peice of non threatening seaweed but I'm really a biting motherfucker" water bug thing bit me on the arm while I was trying to protect Alex from the bugs, and at the same time keep him from drowning {Since WHEN do they prohibit water wings at the beach? WTF is THAT all about??}.
Later, back at the homestead, a rebel mosquito went totally kamaze on my ass, something like 12 bites on my legs.
And then, THEN, when I thought I was safe in the house, no more toddlers to worry about, I'm dutifully blogging my day and I feel a sharp sting on my leg, and looked up just in time to see a spider the size of a gorilla crawling away. Now I have a welt the size of my palm on my leg.
I look like I have some fucked up form of leprosy.
but you can bet I killed that motherfucker good. Thank you, Sunday edition of the New York Times.
