Friday, July 16, 2010
The blood is everywhere. Blood splattered on my hands. Blood smeared on my arms and face. Blood staining my clothing. I hear my screams - of pain and rage as I fight - killing more of the little buggers.
While Arayo and I have been hiding from the heat, we have been introduced to one of mother nature's most cruel forms of torture. Mosquitos. Montana has swarms of the blood sucking monsters. We are not taking them gracefully.
They are constantly dancing on my arms, biting through my clothes, checking out my ears, buzzing up my nose and even down my throat. Poor Arayo will have 50 flying around her at any given time. We've tried spraying them, smoking them, and we are looking for lavender dryer sheets, which are rumored to help the Alaskan varieties. I'm covered with the remains of those I was able to pulverize in this war. UGH!!!!!
However, dispute the evil ones, once the heat of the day has worn off, we're driving the beautiful Montana countryside in search of scenes like the one above.