Vermont's State Bird
I've returned from Vermont all chomped up by mosquitos. I have reason to believe they're breeding a killer super-mosquito in New England, as these guys really seem to know what they're doing. I have the usual bites on my arms and legs, but there were a few mosquitos going for something a little more.
A couple bastards attempted to suck the fluid out of my brain, and my scalp is now covered in welts. One fucker went right to the source, but between my shirt and chest hair, he couldn't reach my actual heart. He did, however, manage to break the skin, which is disconcerting enough. The most disturbing, perhaps, is the bite on my jugular. Considering how forcefully blood flows through the jugular, I can't imagine that the little guy didn't explode, but I'm frankly surprised I've survived to tell the tale.
Labels: Vermont
posted by Dan G @ 5:09 PM
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2 Comments:
You know, we used to enjoy letting mosquitos land on our wrists and then clenching our fists so we could watch their heads explode.
Actually, I think that is the ONLY thing I learned in Boy Scouts...
I hate F*&^%$#@ mosquitos. I PROMISE you that if there is a mosquito wthin 10 miles of me it will find me and bite me multiple times.
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