A Perfidious Species

Here I am in beautiful Firenze and all I that is on my mind that is that I intensely itch! I don't even have the attention span to write a blog on one of the breathtaking sites I have seen on my day trips to Roma or Bologna since the urge to scratch is just excruciatingly uncontrollable. I am in the middle of a one-sided love affair with the mosquitoes of Italy. They seem to be of a uniquely horrendous breed, one that I am particularly susceptible and allergic to. These mosquitoes find my face especially attractive. I have never been so desired by American mosquitoes before so I am having difficulties dealing with the ten or more new mosquito bites that adorn my face every morning. Minutes after appearing, my bites erupt into enormous welts that lend me the appearance of an odd looking leopard excommunicated from the clan because of its uncouth red spots. My new hobby in the apartment has become killing mosquitoes. The best technique is to take a heavy shoe and squash the vile creature into the wall. I know that I have lost the battle when my own blood drips down the pristine, white wall. As I walk the streets of Firenze I gaze at the natives and see no signs of my own misery marking their bodies. I cannot help but wonder how they escape unscathed. Today, I went to the local grocery store and found an anti-mosquito device that plugs into an outlet on the wall. I am not sure what the product consists of since the writing on the label was all in Italian but I am relying on its effectiveness promised by the store clerk. I am praying that tomorrow I will wake up with only 50 bites!!!!!