This weekend the Mosquitoes hit up my elbows like they were buffet tables. Perhaps it’s because I can’t carefully monitor my elbows like I can my forearms, or perhaps it’s because I’m flawed when it comes to bug-spray application, or perhaps… perhaps my elbows are just really tasty… Whatever the reason, my elbows were annihilated this weekend. First at Astronomy night, then at Dave’s sister Amy’s birthday bbq, and finally during Sunday’s climbing.
My left elbow took nine hits. My right? eleven. And they itch like you wouldn’t believe. Sure, my ankles got one or two, and my right hand got a frustrating one right on the knuckle… but those are nothing in comparison to my elbows.
Curse you mosquitoes. Curse you.