Mosquitoes are the bane of my existence. In Korea, I am constantly screaming “MOGI!” with various curse words. Their sharp buzzing jolts me out of even the most pleasant slumber.
My parents have told me that even as a child, I was frequently bitten by bugs. Mosquitoes are attracted to my scent, and I can easily get a dozen bites after an hour of meandering outside. For me, the mosquitoes leave huge nasty welts and then leave fading scars. They are nature’s chastity belt.
They seem attracted to my bones and bite me along my shins, knuckles and joints. Sometimes I am able to crush them in mid-air (to the joy of my students in class) and at other times they seem ninja fast.