Me and bugs

If you know me, you might look at the time this post was entered and think, "wow, that's unusual, for Deb to be putting up a new post at 12:30 at night." Yeah, I think so too.

The reason I'm awake is that I feel like I want to claw my skin off.

Friday night, the girls and I went to play outside at about 6:30 p.m. Now we live in Wisconsin, where after about 7:30 or so, you can expect to be attacked by mosquitos if you're in the grass or shade or near water.

It wasn't after 7:30 and we were in the driveway, but that didn't seem to make a difference. We were making chalk drawings and we were all being ATTACKED by little swarming mosquitos.

It got so bad that I made the girls stop playing so we could go in. Despite vocal protests from them, I might add.

We went into the house and later, I was reading a couple of books to the girls when suddenly, I also felt like I wanted to claw my skin off.

I can't ever remember feeling that way with mosquito bites. I felt like my ankles (where I have most of my 14 or so bites) were on fire. I rushed maniacally through the rest of the book so I could rush upstairs and get my itch gel. Julia has about 3 bites and Allie has about 5.

I've been exceeding the recommended dosage of itch gel since. Tonight, I went to bed (about 2 hours ago) after putting on a fresh coat, but I guess the movement of my ankles in the sheets prematurely wore off the medicine.

Thus my wanting to claw my skin off again. Oh my god.

I hate mosquitos so bad right now. If I had a mosquito in front of me and I had access to tools of torture, I'd be getting so medieval on it's ass . . . I am feeling very violent right now.

Violent, and wide awake. Goddammit.