I was sitting around this weekend thinking about what would be the next “gem” I could share with the world at large. Several items came to mind, but I realized they really weren’t all that interesting. Then late yesterday I was struck with the fact that perhaps my world just wasn’t all that thrilling. What an eye opener!!! Then after slapping myself around for a bit, I regained my equilibrium and continued pondering what to share with you.
For those of you who do not live in a world which contains mosquitoes, you can quit reading and go on about your day, unless you just like to gather up trivia. For the remainder of you, read on…
I am one of those unfortunate souls whose body chemistry says “DINNER” to the most annoying of all flying insects-the mosquito. All my friends love to have me around, as I act as a magnet for any and all insects. Ergo they are totally left alone when we share the great outdoors. I have tried all the usual outdoor sprays, but I totally hate the smell and feel of that goo. Not to mention that it freaks me out to put chemicals all over my body.
Sometime back, my Mom sent me a copy of an email she read about sticking a Bounce sheet on yourself (tuck it into your waistband so it can hang loose) when going out to brave the carnivorous insects. I totally forgot about it until Sunday, when I was out weeding the flower beds. You guessed it, I was eaten alive!!! And, unfortunately I didn’t heed the words of wisdom from my sweet Mom.
In the past I have tried the “Bounce Factor”. It worked. But, I will tell you it is not foolproof. You will still get bitten, but not quite so vigorously. So, give that a try. It might work wonders for you, since I doubt you carry the “Dinner Gene” that I do.
Now what do you do with those annoying little itchy spots. Once the mosquito has bitten, you are sure to suffer for hours if not days. Another little pearl of wisdom from my wondrous Mom-put soap on the spot. I don’t know how it works but it does. Sometimes the old fashioned or simple solution works the best. Bless you Mom. I might just not scratch myself to death.
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