I have no fewer than 13 mosquito bites. I kid you not.

Seriously, I managed to get through the entire summer season with maybe one or two bites total- until Monday.

Sunday was the first cool day of the summer, and hubs and I went out at dusk to walk around Stauffer Mansion (of which the grounds were turned into a local park), which tends to be a bit buggy anyway. So, Monday I wake up with two mosquito bites on my left ankle. Not so bad. Almost amusing given that they’re the first bites I’d had in months.

And then I woke up Tuesday. Itchy as heck. I now have 2 bites on my left ankle, 5 bites on my left calf, 4 bites on my right calf, and two bites on my left wrist. I thought that it was perhaps happening while I was asleep, but fact is, I cover my butt up even if I’m sweating! And all the bites are below the hem of my capris except for the ones on my wrist.

Hubs has all of ONE bite. I accused him of wanting to use me as mosquito bait when he asked me to take a walk with him tonight.

Now, get this, hubs actually found an article that probably explains why these buggers are all over me, but not him. According to an article on the Wall Street Journal, mosquitoes are repelled by stress. My husband? Psycho stress ball. Me? People are lucky if I even pay attention to them, let alone actually have a reaction.

It may be time to start obsessing over my upcoming jury duty again before I turn into one big itchy ball.