The skeeters used to love me when I was a kid, but now they just land on me, turn their noses, and BOLT.

I swear they "know" something . . .
Everyone else is getting eaten alive this year, as per usual.
I get the odd bite, but I attribute that to that mosquito being immature or not so swift.
Cherie
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