Mosquitos SUCK!

OK, so... the Boyfriend and I went to my sister's house the other night to take a swim in her pool. I don't know about the rest of the country, but here in Philly it feels like we're living in the sixth ring of hell, so the pool sounded like a great idea. While the Boyfriend swam around, I was personally content to sit on the side of the pool, mostly due to the fact that her pool is not lit and I couldn't see if there were any bugs or reptiles, etc. in there. Well, the mosquitos feasted on me as I sat on the edge of the pool. No exaggeration -- I have 8 mosquito bites on my ass. On my ASS!! And I'm not even getting into the countless bites on my arms, legs and feet.

As if all this wasn't bad enough, I felt something touch my leg as I was sitting there, minding my own business. "Weird," I thought, "The Boyfriend is on the other side of the pool." Well, I had another friend playing at my legs -- a snake. I know some people don't mind snakes, especially little ones like this particular guy was, but I am not one of those people. I managed to not scream, but I have never moved so quickly in my life. I was on my feet and on the other side of the gate before the Boyfriend could come up for air and ask what the hell happened. That was it for the night. I insisted on leaving once he caught the snake in the net and threw it into the backyard. (See? I was nice. I didn't leave it for my sister and her husband and kids to find when they returned from vacation). I've now taken to calling the Boyfriend the Snake Wrangler, which I suspect he kind of enjoys.

In conclusion, I am NEVER going back to my sister's house after the sun goes down. It's like the Wild Kingdom over there.