I'm not going to tell Mom because she can be rather paranoid about this kind of thing, but after chopping down a shrub that was in the way of some painting I had to do, I was eaten alive by mosquitoes.
So if I come down with West Nile in about two weeks, y'all will know the source <-- if I told Mom, she'd be sure I will get it.
In the mean time, I'm itching like crazy.
Well, just wanted to stop and put this note in here. Time for me to keep moving.
