Family and friends who have been outdoors with me have commented/observed that I don't get mosquito bites.  That isn't to say mosquitos never bite me but it's pretty uncommon.  I've never had the pleasure of having a mosquito bite to scratch.

Now before someone thinks this is a conceit, consider what this means. Mosquitos don't think I'm good enough for them.  That's a level of rejection that, frankly, I'm not really able to handle well.

This weekend we went up north and me, my wife, and the kids were on this hamock. The wife and kids were getting bitten like crazy by mosquitos even though they had these weird ring things on their wrists that are supposed to do somethign about it. 

So finally I see a mosquito land on my leg.  My moment of triumph at hand. "Ha!" I yell to my kids and wife. "See, a mosquito just landed on me." But then it left.  THE DAMN THING LEFT! I haven't felt that rejected since my 84' Chevette got broken into and all my tapes were spread onto the seat and NONE of them were taken. I wanted to grab the little thing by its wings, stick it on my leg and scream "Suckle now, damn you!"

Which is why I name mosquitos as being nature's snobs. Goddam vermine that's actually picky about whose blood they'll drink.   That's why I like spiders better. I get spider bites. They know how to show the love.