I'm a Moveable Feast

I'm sitting here with my trusty tube of RhuliGel (except they don't call it RhuliGel anymore) because we've had a mosquito in the house and it's been eating me alive. Britt has a few bites, too, but I'm covered with big red itchy welts. Ten, at last count. I must be extra tasty or something, I dunno.

Anyway, I finally managed to kill the little bastard tonight after chasing it around for three days.

And guess what?

There's another mosquito dive-bombing me right this minute.

Make that eleven bites. I just found a fresh one on my elbow.

Would somebody please bring me a can of Deep Woods Off? Like, stat? Because I have no car, you know, so I can't go get it myself.