Last Thursday night I enjoyed a lovely sunset in the backyard of my most excellent friend, Nunna Yurbeezwax. We sipped chilled pink wine, told secrets and passed judgment on current events. As dusk fell we noticed a few mosquitoes, and eventually moved it inside rather than risk equine encephalitis.
Too late. The welts are so big it looks like someone stabbed out cigarettes on my feet.
The itching was intolerable. I had to go on an "unscheduled" Walgreens run for spray-on Bendadryl. Three days later, and I'm still spraying. I fear scarring.
The outdoors can seem like sweet, pastoral good fun but remember: there is always a price to pay. Always.