Although Hubby Tony and I share the grass cutting duties, I'm the main trimmer. I've been procrastinating on the job for a couple of weeks. The oppressive heat has been part of the reason, but the larger issue is that if I stay still for any period of time the mosquitoes feast on me.
The grass along the edges was getting really straggly looking, though, so tonight after dinner I decided to tackle the job. I sprayed myself with a bug spray that promised to repel mosquitoes, moisturize my skin, and smell pleasant. I went outside and trimmed until I filled up a large black nursery pot, then dumped the trimmings in the green waste can and put everything away.
When I got inside I realized the repellant had delivered on two of its three promises, but failed on the one that was most important to me--the repelling. In fifteen minutes outside I got one bite on my right shin, and one on my left foot next to the heel. There were two on the right side of my left knee, and three on my right thigh immediately above my kneecap.
For some reason my experience made me think of the Off! commercial from the 1960s where the man sticks his arm in a cage full of mosquitoes. (I always wondered how much he got paid to do that.)
Five years ago today: Season's Greetings To You