I HATE mosquitoes

There I am, yet again laying in bed waiting for the fatal moment when...... arrrgh - I feel another itch! By this time the itches feel like they are outnumbering the amount of skin I have left. I madly scratch my foot to try to relieve some of the mounting anxiety, and there I feel 1..no, 2...no, 3: I turn on the light - 6 BITES!!!!! On my one foot - even between my toes (is there no mercy?)!! What other damage has been inflicted? My elbow, my collarbone, my knees, my calf, my arms, the small of my back (and that is only what I can feel itches right now). The After-Bite solution isn't working and I'm not ready to resort to the pink spots of Calamine yet. I even tried to put in the plug-in bug repellent, before I went to bed, for all the good that it did. I look better than Theo, poor little duffer, who looks like he's got Chicken Pox again (they said the immunization was supposed to work - it just reduced the case of the pox that he got). The mosquitoes love us. I guess you could think of it as us being soooo sweet that we are irresistible (to bugs anyway).

Can I be mad at Rob for not being bitten - would that be petty of me?