I have been focusing entirely too much on my mosquito problem and not enough on the fact that I’m back home. This is a series of items I missed that I actively missed while abroad and things that I didn’t think I would miss at all, but are a welcome surprise.
Hello, everybody. I ask you to not be afraid. That lump of red, pulsating human flesh is I, the Michelle you know and love. I promise that I am still like you, full of hopes, dreams, fears, desires… I guess what I’m trying to say is that I was bitten by quite a few mosquitoes this weekend. Again. And they are as big as pogs. I am not sure why I am delving into the early-90’s fad vault for my point of reference. Apologies to the too-young or the not-in-the know. Anyway, these are pogs:
Imagine these as itchy red lumps of skin. (You read it, you can’t un-read it.)
If memory serves, they were little caps with different designs on them and people collected them and played the stupidest games of all time with them. If you’re interested on learning what I and everybody else at A.E. Wright Middle School did during our lunch and recess during 1993-1994, you can go here.
ANYWAY, the point is that pogs are pretty big and my bites are big and they are about the size of a pog playing piece. Pog pog pog.
This gentleman is demonstrating the relative size of a pog playing piece. Pog. Pog pog pog.
At first, I thought that perhaps I had angered the mosquito community by being abroad for a year in a country that basically doesn’t have them or their kind. “What, The Delicious One is too good for us?” the hordes of mosquitoes buzzed to one another when they caught wind of my leave at the Grand Mosquito Council Meeting. “That snob! We’ll really give her what for when she returns.” And so, (as I like to imagine), they sat in wait, sharpening their little mosquito beaks. Or… whatever it is mosquitoes use. (I’m not too up on mosquito anatomy.)
This was a wonderful fantasy, full of drama and council meetings and buzzing. But then, after doing some research, I am thinking perhaps that was not the case and perhaps I just have a natural allergy to the mosquitoes in the Metro New York area. Because, damn if these suckers aren’t some of the biggest mosquito bites I’ve ever seen. And—oh!—they itch. And—oh!—they hurt. And—oh!—there are so! many! of them! and—oh!—they are hot to the touch. Woe, woe, a million times, woe. So far, I’ve counted about 30 for the summer. One smart-alecky individual decided it would be cute if she bit me in the exact same place where I had just had a bite, with nothing but bruised remnants of the former injury. I’m sure we’ll laugh about it after this second bite is all healed.
But now I am finally fighting back after purchasing bug repellant at the store yesterday. Mosquitoes: 30, Michelle: 1.
For the influx of photos. I had a request from Andrea to show exactly what life is like for me now. Unfortunately, I forgot about my promise to record every moment from the minute I get off work to the second I arrive home until I was about a block and a half away from my house. So… You just witnessed every banal second of the last block and a half of my commute. You’re welcome.
Ladies and Gentleman, the doors are officially opening today at Filmosophy, a group tumblr devoted to interesting and (hopefully) intelligent film reviews and essays. The very first piece, by the wonderful Tess Lynch, is now up and ready for your reading pleasure.