If there is one creature I can't for the life of me figure out why God created, it's the mosquito. I have yet to come across an organism that is more annoying (other than certain a species of little brother that I shall not name). Torturers should take heed - the sound of a mosquito buzzing in your year is a hell of a lot more excruciating than dripping water. TRUST ME.
Within two days, I've had more than 30 mosquito bites - and that's just on my right arm! 20 or more of which are from the elbow above. Blah! Let's not take into account my left arm, my legs, my FACE - good Lord, the latter alone is enough to make me cringe. I get pimples once a month. The rest of the time, the only spots on my face are mozzie bites. Unfortunately, those look like zits. Sigh.
Doesn't help too, that I'm super allergic to mosquito bites. Once bitten, I'm scarred for life. Hell, even til now I have scars left over from childhood. Not to mention the new ones on top of it all. It's no wonder the new people I meet don't have anything better to ask than "You got chicken pox ah?" Um, hello? If I had chicken pox, what the hell do you think I'm doing wondering the street? *rolls eyes*
Ah well. I've had 18 years to get used to it. And I am. I used to hate my skin, now I don't give a damn. What I am sick of, though, is people asking stupid questions. And being stupid about it at the same time. If I really DID have chicken pox, about 3/4 of the people who've asked me that would've been sick in bed not long after. LOL! You do NOT hang around someone if you think he/she has chicken pox, people. Not a good idea at all, no no no! *shakes head ala Duckie*
You know what would be a revolutionary scientific discovery worthy of even the Nobel prize? A way to exterminate all mosquitoes - permanently. At least from my room.
Right. Til that happens, I'll just have to go back to catching mosquitoes the old-fashioned way - with my bare hands. Shieldtox and whatnots don't work. Pah.
It's the mosquito dinnertime right about now. I guess I'll go accomodate my guests. Sigh. Bye.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
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