By: Izzy Cheung, Arts & Culture Editor
Picture this: you’ve just spent a long day enjoying the lovely summer weather. You’ve been baking in the sun, dipping in and out of the water to cool down. As you’re heading back home, you feel a sudden itch on the side of your arm. You reach towards the itchy spot, realizing with horror that you’ve been bitten by the worst bug known to mankind — a mosquito.
I may not like insects, but mosquitos are especially detestable. Those tiny little bites can ruin a great summer’s day, especially if you’re nibbled at more than once. Any time a tiny mosquito pricks me, my bitten body part swells up like no tomorrow. I once had a bite on my leg swell to the size of my palm. I had to ice my leg down for a good week before the swell began to quell.
I’ve tried everything. Repellents, natural oils, fly swatters, you name it. Still, those pesky annoyances always find a way to nibble at me. I have never been a fan of mosquitos, and frankly, I never will be. Mosquito, you’re not Edward Cullen — people aren’t lining up along the block begging for a bite from you. Watch out for the next time you come my way, I’ll be armed with bug spray.
