Holy Snarfling Mosquitos
The landlady has two adorable anklebiter-sized yapping canines of some sort that waddle about on stubby legs which have the full run of the property. When I came walking up the drive from dinner just after 9, the salty one (he has course hair with a smattering of white in the upper layers) growled at me from a planting bed until I greeted him, at which he came yapping over for pets.
As I was cooing to him in the driveway, the landlady came out to shush him, and we got to talking about the weather, and she interrogated me about the apartment (she is concerned that it be as comfortable and welcoming as possible and wanted to enforce that I should not clean it before leaving), and we chatted about the inn across the street, and dear god I got the shit bit out of me by mosquitos to a degree that I had not experienced since summers in Minnesota.
Half an hour later, after a cold bath, liberal Stingeze, and Benadryl, my calves and ankles still feel like they are right now being stung by a horde of mosquitos.
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