I've recently learned that rather than just moving to my in-laws for a few months, Daniel and I have also moved to the Amazon.
The minute I step outside into that jungle of a backyard (yeah, the one I was so "thankful" for last week. Shut up.), I am swarmed by mosquitos thirsty for my rare, sweet, apparently very delicious blood.
Last night I took a bath in bug-spray before taking the dogs for a walk and as I stepped out the front door I looked down and there were no less than three dadgum mosquitos on my legs.
If you've been to Austin, you know that going outside in a body suit and bee-keeper's hat is not an option in this weather.
So I walk inside in a rage and inform my mother-in-law that she has the worst mosquito problem of all time surrounding her house (oh wait...I get bit INSIDE too).
She raises her head, looking at me calmly and says,
I never get bit.
So I simply