So we're sitting here, my beau, me, 4 dogs, and 2 cats, and I am being eaten alive by mosquitoes. Just me. No one else... (WTF? Actually, it's been this way my whole life.) Let me emphasize: we are indoors. My beau is duly impressed by the way "they hunt you down!".
Is it because I am and always have been a mouth breather? Are the mosquitoes attracted to my copious "exhaustings" of CO2? Is there really such a thing as sweet blood?
