Saturday, July 10, 2010
Does anyone know what mosquitoes go for that would make them love me so much? I am their foie gras...their molten lava cake...their soup to nuts.
I went to the Audubon Society and hiked the trails. Everywhere there are signs about protecting the wildlife. I wondered about that as I was squishing mosquitoes. One of them was full of blood--my blood. I didn't feel too bad for that one.
What do you think? Was I supposed to protect them, too?