It’s an impossible dilemma, as far as I can see.
Close the windows and suffocate in my sleep? Or keep them open and be eaten alive by insect intruders?
Unable to bear the sticky, clingy heat as I attempt to get to sleep, I tend to opt for option two in the hope that at some point during the night there might possibly be the slightest hint of something vaguely approaching a mild breeze to keep me alive. I didn’t notice many insects, to be honest, until a few days ago. This was something of a surprise to me, as insects love me. Clearly, they just didn’t know I was here. Then, one night, a little fly drifted into my room by mistake and had a nibble on my left arm.
Wow, he thought to himself, hardly able to believe his luck, this is the best meal I’ve had all summer! Buzzing with excitement, he returned to his friends in the neighbouring district. Spread the word! he cried excitedly, Free food over in the 6eme arrondissement! Amazing Irish cuisine! Eat as much as you like! All of this was probably in French, of course. I’m not arrogant enough to expect that all the flies here speak English.
They arrived in swarms, queueing up at the window to await their turn at the newest buffet in town. Now it’s like my bedroom is The Place To Be, if you happen to be an insect in Lyon. They don’t even wait until I’m asleep any more – I’ve killed 15 of these mini vampires upon discovering them happily feasting on my blood while I was still conscious! The sheer nerve of it. My skin, which was finally a nice, healthy, glowing brown from being out and about in nice weather instead of sitting whitely at a desk in a room with no windows every day, is now covered with puncture wounds and the occasional trickle of blood.
I hope I don’t die before I get to see what Paris is like.
Filed under: blood, decisions, food, how rude, insects, itching, Lyon, worry
Ah, I feel for you! Biting insects love me, too! Mosquitoes, sand flies – anything which sucks blood, wants mine. And I swell up and itch more than most, too. *Sigh*
We once had the misfortune to move into a rented house which was infested with fleas. Guess who was the only one bitten for three days, till too many of the little blighters woke up to the free buffet and some had to go eat elsewhere? Yep, me.
I would be sitting there scratching, slapping, jumping at every itch and tickle, and the family would be saying ‘well, I’M not getting bitten!’ as if it was all my fault! LOL!
They got them in the end, though. MWAHAHA!
Aaah, I feel your pain. Insects love me too!
Apparantly eating lots of garlic helps… biting creatures don’t like garlic it seems. Lavender is supposed to get rid of them too. Maybe get some lavender scented candles. Obviously not to light when you’re in bed though. Setting fire to the curtains would be much worse than being bitten.
Poor you!
Elly was a sufferer like you when she was younger. Midges always drove her mad.
I too heard that lavendar keeps them away. A friend of mine sprays it on like perfume.
No lavender! It might well repel the insects, but it also repels me. I’ve tried overdosing on garlic and am pleased to report a decrease in the number of bite marks. Nobody wants to talk to me for some reason, though…
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