Its Not My Fault

I sat down. My left arm felt as if it were going to explode. The feeling was mirrored in my left foot, and right calf, my back, and my neck. I looked down at my mosquito bites, they were as numerous as the stars. I had about twenty five on just my left arm, over five on my left foot, about the same on the right, three on just the index finger and thumb of my right hand, and probably about twenty or thirty everywhere else. Its not my fault I had them.

It all started Friday night, we were camping at my friend's beach house. Somehow, when we set up the tents, or rather how we organized the people in the tents, two of us didn't fit. So this kid and I slept on a porch. If you asked anyone else, there were hardly any mosquitoes, ask me,however, and I can prove to you that there were. My body is proof.

I look like I'm covered in warts, but look closely and you'll see the red bites that I got when I slept on the porch.