I got my first mosquito bite of the season this weekend in Savannah. I felt the prick, paused, put down my newspaper.
Man: We need to go bomb I-ran now.
Boy: Why? (Eating a fry.)
Why? (Eating another.)
Man: To kill off some rag-heads.
I’ve always been told that you can’t really feel a bite until it’s already happened, until the little critter pulls its proboscis out. Then, with the irritant already settled just under your skin, it starts to sting. If you’re quick, you can still catch the mosquito in time to swat or squish it, but there’s really no point by then. Damage done.
And if you’re allergic, like me, that mess will swell up like a balloon. It’ll take a while for the itch to stop.
In some parts of the world, that kind of thing can kill.