Bug Struggles

Take a look at Little Guy's totally messed up face (it looks worse in person).

Apparently we have a ready supply of mosquitoes waiting to come in every time we open the front door.  This is what Little Guy looks like after two nights in a row of them buzzing around the bedroom.

Nothing drives E more crazy than hearing mosquitoes in the middle of the night, and it gives both of us flashbacks to other mosquito-laden travels.  Like the night at a hostel in Tunisia when E tried to preempt any mosquito attacks by spraying the shutters with super-lethal bug spray which, unfortunately, also made me sick.  Or the night, also in Tunisia, at another hostel on the sea, when the buzzing mosquitoes were so bad that I had to pull the sheet up over my head, which made me too hot to sleep at all.  (We do actually have good memories of that trip as well)

It used to be that I would get ten mosquito bites for every one that E got.  Now it looks like poor Little Guy's sweet cheeks are getting most of the attention.