I’m not an animal person usually. But very few in the kindom of animalia receive as much of my personal bile as the insect kingdom. Whether it’s bed bugs, crawling over a wafer-thin mattress in the hostel from hell, or wasps assaulting you in an outdoor cafe, insects manage to take any situation and turn up the irritating by a notch or two.
The current bane of my existence is the mosquito population of all of Europe. Apparently my blood has become the it thing this summer, with the little blighters following me from Milan to Budapest to sample the most recent arrival of Asian fusion cuisine. I don’t even know when they’re biting me, all I know is my right foot is itching like mad.
If only spiders weren’t as equally detestable. I wonder how much a bag of geckos costs in Hungarian forints?
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Well written.
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