... who suffers the uncomfortable and unbecoming welts of her affliction; she is driven to fantasies of massacring those wretched parasites by the millions.
Dengue season in the tropics again! Duh, what am I saying? Dengue is an ever present threat around here. It just intensifies further during the wet season. Unfortunately, mosquitoes love us so much. In a room with ten or more people, those vile bloodsuckers home in on Marguerite and myself and nobody else. Is it the food we eat? Our blood type? I know studies mention carbon dioxide and lactic acid and two-headed cows, but how are we worse off than the next person? Whatever it is, the mosquitoes are not about to leave us alone, so we simply resign ourselves to arming for combat. We spray citronella oil-based repellents throughout the day and use this nifty badminton racket type zapper (which you can control better than the usual lamp, which just sits there and waits for dumb mosquitoes to commit suicide). The racket is really fun for your inner sadist or if you're particularly vengeful. Don't make me feel guilty about killing mosquitoes because I just won't. Anyway, mom got Marguerite anti-mosquito patches. These are all-natural and DEET-free as well, so I thought why not use them on top of all the citronella oil. I think the patches are eucalyptus-based, so they smell better for one. They work. Heck, they all work. But not against NINJA mosquitoes, which trained to be absolutely indestructible.