Why I have a more legitimate reason to hate Mosquitos.

Growing up I slept with the covers tucked securely around my neck until I was like 12 or 14, or some ridiculous age like that.

I LOVED Buffy and was fully aware that it vampires were real, they would all be On the hunt for me & my blood- because according to Mosquitos and spiders, I am DELICIOUS.

Seriously. I would go to camp, wearing bug spray, and within 24 hours have 20+ bites. And it wouldn't stop there.
I would scoff at other girls who wanted to compare bug bites or brag about how many they would get- they just didn't understand.
I am an old pro when it comes to mosquito bites. And I have had my fair share of spider bites too.

I have gotten bitten in nearly every place I can imagine. (Please don't discredit me on the fact that I didn't say everyplace I can imagine. But credit me on the fact that I don't like to exaggerate).


But now, I am just fed up.
Last week I noticed my forehead was a bit red and itchy. I asked a friend and she said it looked sunburn so I took it as that, since the weather is getting warmer. The next day there was a white bump. Joe mentioned a mosquito bite. Of course.
For the last week I have delt with an awkward white and red itchy bump right in the middle of my forehead (third eye some may say). It's been ridiculous. Finally it turned into what looked like a zit...in the middle of my forehead.
This morning, I woke up and it was a bruise! Are you serious? Luckily it's in the shape of a cross, that must be good news right?

Stupid Mosquitos. Destined to make my life miserable one bite at a time.


Stages on my bite.
PS- don't let the smiles fool you. It took "headache" to an all new level.