Mosquito Fest :: Personal Narrative Descriptive Place Essays

Mosquito Fest I felt a small tickle on my arm. It turned into a pinching itch. I looked at my vulnerable white arm to find a small black-striped mosquito harassing my clean flesh for the perfect spot to strike. At the speed of light it was already injecting my skin and by the time I looked, it had conquered my blood. Mosquitoes, mosquitoes, mosquitoes! Aaaahhhh! They can drive anyone crazy. Walking through the hammocks, not even the insect repellent will save you. I just don’t get it. I’m sacrificing my skin by wearing insect repellant with deet (which melts plastic) and these salt water monsters still managed and dared to pinch and penetrate though my skin, sucking my blood out of me. One of my classmates told me a mosquito secret. She said if I pulled my skin, stretching it in opposite ways while a mosquito is biting me, it’s stinger would get trapped in the skin and it would explode. I wondered how on Earth this was possible until she taught me that the mosquito would continue to draw blood as an attempt to get out. I trusted that she was correct because she works with the Everglades and she has done this herself. I was so amazed with this information that I couldn’t wait to burst one of those little nuisances myself. It’s weird because I don’t ever kill insects. I don’t have the heart to. I believe that just like humans they have their own lives and have the right to live. I don’t even kill flies. I guess that is because they don’t bite or physically pester me. Every once in a while I’ll find a lizard roaming in my house. When I find myself in a situation like this, I’ll open the nearest window or door and push or lead it out with a broom. Small lizards I actually catch with my bare hands. Besides, I’m happy they eat flies and lizards. I don’t support or use bug spray (I think it’s completely cruel). So, back to mosquitoes: Going through the Bid Cypress Swamp, Lynette and I were trying to let mosquitoes bite us so we would be able to pop them. We weren’t fortunate though. I for one, couldn’t deal with the fact that I was going to be left with a red bump, not to mention it would really bother me itching like crazy for a couple of days. Mosquito Fest :: Personal Narrative Descriptive Place Essays Mosquito Fest I felt a small tickle on my arm. It turned into a pinching itch. I looked at my vulnerable white arm to find a small black-striped mosquito harassing my clean flesh for the perfect spot to strike. At the speed of light it was already injecting my skin and by the time I looked, it had conquered my blood. Mosquitoes, mosquitoes, mosquitoes! Aaaahhhh! They can drive anyone crazy. Walking through the hammocks, not even the insect repellent will save you. I just don’t get it. I’m sacrificing my skin by wearing insect repellant with deet (which melts plastic) and these salt water monsters still managed and dared to pinch and penetrate though my skin, sucking my blood out of me. One of my classmates told me a mosquito secret. She said if I pulled my skin, stretching it in opposite ways while a mosquito is biting me, it’s stinger would get trapped in the skin and it would explode. I wondered how on Earth this was possible until she taught me that the mosquito would continue to draw blood as an attempt to get out. I trusted that she was correct because she works with the Everglades and she has done this herself. I was so amazed with this information that I couldn’t wait to burst one of those little nuisances myself. It’s weird because I don’t ever kill insects. I don’t have the heart to. I believe that just like humans they have their own lives and have the right to live. I don’t even kill flies. I guess that is because they don’t bite or physically pester me. Every once in a while I’ll find a lizard roaming in my house. When I find myself in a situation like this, I’ll open the nearest window or door and push or lead it out with a broom. Small lizards I actually catch with my bare hands. Besides, I’m happy they eat flies and lizards. I don’t support or use bug spray (I think it’s completely cruel). So, back to mosquitoes: Going through the Bid Cypress Swamp, Lynette and I were trying to let mosquitoes bite us so we would be able to pop them. We weren’t fortunate though. I for one, couldn’t deal with the fact that I was going to be left with a red bump, not to mention it would really bother me itching like crazy for a couple of days.