Chiggers.
The worst thing about chigger bites is that once you realize that you have them, you know how the next few days will be spent: trying to avoid going crazy and scratching your skin raw.
Last time I was at my wife’s family campground in rural northeastern Delosa, I got nailed on the lower legs with chigger bites. I decided that this year I wasn’t going to make that mistake, so I sprayed myself pretty good before leaving. Clancy, on the other hand, said that she hates the smell of the spray so she didn’t spray herself.
Apparently I missed a spot because the part of my foot behind the tongue of my shows is itching like all getout.
Clancy, who didn’t put on any and thus all of her legs were vulnerable, didn’t get bit once. She said she never does.
Beyond unfair.
It’s not just humans that have greatly varying susceptibility to insects. Of our eight cats, the three females are infested with fleas, the two orange males have just a few, and the three tabby males (one of whom is the only cat to go outside) have basically none at all.
Comment by Peter — July 9, 2007 @ 10:50 am
Why oh why must my skin be so sweet and tasty to those little boogars?
Comment by trumwill — July 9, 2007 @ 9:56 pm
I had never heard of that animal before… don’t like it at all.
Comment by logtar — July 10, 2007 @ 2:02 pm
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