Currently at war...

with sandflies and mosquito bites, after a 3 day/2 night kayak excursion to Borland in Fiordland National Park.

I felt like all my spare time there was spent applying insect repellent.

My efforts proved futile.

I'd see the nasty buggers burrowing through my wool socks to feast on my blood.
One morning, I awoke to find 2 snacking on my hand for who knows how long.
Apparently, my ankles are extra delicious because they now resemble kankles.

Craving a laugh from someone to ameliorate this dire situation, I even called the nasty foodchain rejects naughty names because they managed to bite me in unmentionable places...

shudder...

It took all of my mental capacities today to refrain from itching.

Right now, they are winning.

I want to die.