Adventures in teamEggersLandia
Jon and I went to Sea World.
Nevermind that. I’ll tell you about that later.
Jon and I went hunting.
Hunting for MOSQUITOES. This morning, I had 47 mosquitoe bites on me. 47. I’m serious. There are 8 on my face and 11 on my left arm alone, not counting my finger that inexplicably itches but hasn’t lumped out yet.
So, we stalk the mosquitoes. And then we SQUASH them. And they’re full of my blood. And it’s so sick.
Actually, what’s the most sick is that in the middle of the night, armies of bugs descend upon me and feast. Not jon. Jon has a few pink dots on his shoulder that *may* be bug bites, but don’t itch. They’re against me. They’re plotting, I know it.
They hide in the closet and on the ceilings. But we’re on to them, on to them I tell you.
We’re hunting.