And they love me.
Apparently, they are no match for:
1.) 2 teaspoons daily of cider vinegar (I'll try anything!)
2.) lavender oil dabbed here and there
3.) Avon Skin so Soft bug guard (the last bastion of my hopes and dreams of not being devoured by these heartless blood-suckers)
I foolishly ventured outside and tried to do a 5 minute raid on the garden weeds, but after 17 bites, I stopped counting.
But I'm not giving up! I only applied a light spray of the Avon Skin so Soft, and started glugging Apple Cider vinegar (God Save Me!) this morning, so there's still hope!
I have read that the real defense against mosquitoes is straight DEET, plentiful and unsparingly, but I hate the smell and it scares me that Ruby, who likes to slather me in doggy kisses, would probably start glowing in the night if I use Off as much as I want, so I'm trying other approaches.
Doug, my ever sympathetic Beloved Spouse, said, "At least you don't have tuberculosis."
What makes husband say such things????????????????