Thursday, May 28, 2009

Bite me . . .

We've taken to sitting out front after dinner and chatting with the neighbors who wander by. It's normally a very enjoyable way to pass the early evening. But, since the monsoons, the mosquitoes are bigger than the crows. Last night they feasted on the tasty and juicy 9TS . . . twice . . . once on each shoulder.

This morning however, he woke up a little more than munched on. He was obviously the appetizer, main course AND dessert. We're not sure who made lunch of the poor man but someone had a voracious appetite. This has put a damper on our outdoor socializing . . . unless of course we leave a little path of invitations to the pool deck . . . which is, thankfully, screened in against the flotilla of stinging pests in this neck of the woods.



Can I sell you some swamp land in the Sunshine State?

5 comments:

Sue said...

But look at how smoooooth his hands are!!!

Kelli said...

Oh my gosh, poor thing!! Mosquito bites are miserable! He must be allergic to them like me! Tell Wilson I hope he recovers quickly, and I'll personally help him hunt down and "deal with" the culprits1

Anonymous said...

OUCH.....those two hands don't look like they belong on the same body!! Poor, Poor 9TS.
Paula

Anonymous said...

Holy Smoke! Poor guy, that looks quite painful. I hope the other bites didn't swell as badly-thank heavens for screened in areas to save you from the bloodthirsty buggers and you don't have to stay inside all summer!

Anke said...

Holy Cow!!!