Wednesday 13 August 2003 9.12am
arguably having the most tasty blood known to mosquito, I have given up on killing the little buggers. It all became too much, having these red marks on the wall everywhere (it seems I can only kill them once they've gorged themselves on me, and they are drunk from over-feeding)
I have found that after a couple of agonising days of being bitten, they feel my blood becomes less tasty after having been diluted too much with their own spit. They then leave me alone, and move on.
I can live with them biting my legs and arms, but do get a little frustrated by being buzzed constantly at 3 in the morning.