With a deep passion! I know everyone does, but really, let me rant. They are tiny little demons with no purpose except sucking our blood all summer until they shrivel up and die when the frost comes. They either swarm in large quantities, or seem to come out of nowhere, and you don't realize they're attacking until after the fact when you can't stop scratching your legs.
So far, I have acquired a total of having thirty bites on me at once this summer. Legit. I was dying. I would have to wake up in the night to put on anti-itch from mid-thigh, all the way to between my toes. And still scratch my skin off in my sleep. Up and down my arms, and on my face? This has gone too far. I'm loosing it I swear. If you see some person downtown or in the park tomorrow, screaming for nuclear war against those tiny bugs, you know who it is.
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