Scourge of the earth. If my kids were unable to read this blog, then I'd probably use more profound and colorful adjectives, but alas, they can, so I won't. What am I talking about? Good question. I'm talking about mosquitoes. In our house. Biting me at night.

I don't get raised, itchy mosquito bites (thanks a million Dad), so I don't typically pay much attention to these things. But the past few days I've noticed that I have little red bumps all over me. They don't hurt or itch, but they look freaky and I'd rather not have them.

Although now that I see it, maybe posting a picture of a squashed mosquito on my finger is a bit crass. Oh well, sometimes my compass gets a bit skewed.