West Nile

I ran out today to pick up a piece of fruit and rather, I found myself standing in the middle of the sidewalk, staring down at my feet. I was oblivious to what I was doing or how long I had been standing there until a man approached me in a suit and asked me twice if I was ok. I think it took two times to break from my reverie.

Without thinking, I loudly blurted out, “Yeah, I’m just covered in mosquito bites!!!” He paused and stared at me, confusedly and rightfully so. “Um, ok,” he replied as if I had Asperger's.

But it's true. I was staring at 10-12 fresh mosquito bites painting my ankles and feet. Where? How? When? Why? Ahhh! They itched like hell. Enough to raise public concern on the sidewalk. And to leave me embarrassed, confused and blood-sucked.