Just as soon as you say, “we haven’t been bitten this year” it happens.
We do know better than to be out in the garden at night but the bites I got happened during the daytime. By the time I could feel the insects on me, it was too late, the damage was done. All I could do then was wait for the lump to appear and the itching to start. As per usual, that occurred during the early hours of the morning and persisted in a way that prevented me from getting back to sleep. Damn it I need as much beauty sleep as I can get!
Between the mosquitoes and the cicados, it is almost as if they are plotting to make the best months of the year miserable for us.