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[austin_tycho]

Now the mosquito bites are drivning me crazy. I have about a thousand of them all over my considerable carcass. This sucks. I don't think I could reach all the places with calamine lotion, and even if I could I'd be at it all afternoon. They don't all itch at once; they've set up some unfathomable rotating schedule. So it's like this:

Upper-mid right thigh- itch for 20 seconds. Left side of breast- itch for 7 seconds. Mid right forearm- itch for 3 seconds. Somewhere on the back- itch for 16 seconds. Mid-right forearm again- itch for 9 seconds.

Et cetera. So I've popped some benadryl. That will show those *head smacks keyboard* zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

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[austingoddess.livejournal.com]

Haven't had anyone yet beat my camping story for insect bites. An annual Midsummer celebration was held on a lake near Dallas. The first year we had it out there, we didn't know how chock full of chiggers the place was. We found out.
First night, no real problems.
Saturday night I crash around 1-2 am. It is hot and humid as it can only be in mid-June on a Texas lake. I'm laying in my tent alone. I had left my tent door open part of the day to air it out, and that's apparently when the chiggers made their move.
Somewhere around (I'm guessing) 4 am, I wake up. I am covered head to toe in chigger bites because they had infested my sleeping bag and I wasn't wearing anything because of the heat. Furthermore I'm sweating like mad, so lots of salt is going into those chigger bites, making them itch a whole lot worse.
On top of *that*, in my right ear I can hear a couple going at it, and I have to say that her sex noises were really, really repetitive. Because the guy had a rhythm and, by damn, even an hour later he was sticking to it. In my left ear, my priest at the time was snoring 50 feet away, and I have never met the person who could outsnore him...seriously, tents were being sucked towards him when he inhaled. It sounded exactly like sawing logs, but with an amplifier cranked to 11.
Needless to say, I barely slept the rest of that night.
Got home Sunday and tried calamine, and it worked exactly like it did when I had chicken pox, which is to say not in the goddamn slightest. I called into work because I was so miserable with chigger bites. I tried calamine, baking soda, an oatmeal bath, anything. My boss finally clued me into ChiggerRid, which is basically nail polish to smother the little bastards.
If I remember correctly, my boyfriend's count of my bites was 89.