You know who the real domestic terrorists are? Mosquitos. A couple of weeks ago I wore my flounciest skirt to work to let my shaved legs enjoy their all-too-brief glory. I had to go to another building and in (no lie) less than a minute I had 8 mosquito bites. One on my right hand, one on my left leg, and the others in various spots on my right leg and ankle. Sunday I was playing Spades when I felt like my arm was on fire. Vigorous rubbing and skin-reddening revealed 5 mosquito bites on my left arm/shoulder and 1 on my right middle finger (the fuck?).
Here is a reenactment of me getting attacked by mosquitos; fast-forward to the 1:30 mark.