Sorry, baby, despite my best efforts, you were silently attacked yesterday by mosquitos who were probably hiding out in the piles of debris all along the roads during our walk yesterday. You just wanted to go "outside, outside" so badly, I couldn't say no. Bug repellent was everywhere but on your face and hands (for the sake of rubbing it into your eyes) and this morning when you woke I up could see that's exactly where they got you. You didn't even tell me about it DURING the attacks. You just were so apparently happy to watch the trees blowing in the breeze while holding my hand going down the street, exclaiming happily over and over, "ousie, ousie", that you didn't even notice they bit you. And if you did notice it, you didn't tell me. Despite my careful watch for them during our walk, you have about 5 bites on your beautiful little face, and a huge whelp on the back of your hand. Plus 2 on your wrist. You were just getting over the bites on your arms from austin.
I hate them. They must all DIE. I must develop a plan.
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