One Bottle of VERY Expensive Wine.
It's mosquito season again and with all the rain we seem to have stolen from Seattle, the buggers are out en masse. And guess what? They LOVE pregnant Cannwin. I'm like some vintage wine left in the cellar for 100 years and only recently retrieved. I am consumed with slow and deliberate appreciation by small parties of 6-10 blood suckers ata time. I've always known my blood was particularly attractive to these minute vampires (especially where it pools in my ankles) but when I'm prego I must emit some sort of beacon... Like a flashlight on a moonless evening. I've got about 10 bites from one afternoon of weeding. There's the one bequeathed to me by a mosquito so large I felt actual pain when it bit me, and several smaller groupings on my calves where adolescent groups must have enjoyed a party or two. Whenever we go camping my mother in law insists we all take a daily dose of 'B' vitamin to keep the mosquitoes at bay, and it actually works... except I c