I didn’t mean YOU when I said bite me!

Spent the day being pestered by a mosquito determined to give me a record number of bites in one day.

Not to mention flying in my face at odd times doing landings and take offs. Then there were the flits between my eyes and my glasses.

If ever I wanted a mosquito (or probably more, all the bites and pestering couldn’t have come from only one.) dead.

I wanted this one (or those) very dead.

Alcohol suit up



About doggonedmysteries

Agented Mystery Writer, Bull Terrier owner --we have two, Avid gardener.

Posted on September 5, 2016, in Misc and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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