I have no idea what a midge is. When we were on vacation in the Tennessee
mountains last week, something bit me. "What was it?" asked DH.
How would I know?
I did not stay awake identifying anything that might take a bite of my
wrinkled old hide.
Whether a boa constrictor or a tarantula, it itched like mad.
I tried all the logical reliefs - and nothing helped.
Totally wild and desperate - the *Bite* had gone from a tiny little pink
spot to an enormous whelp with sibling whelps appearing around it.
I tried a ridiculous coat of something I'd read about in the newspapers.
Here in the usa it's called "Vick's Vaporub". Contains, maybe, menthol,
turpentine and eucalyptus. Ordinarily, it would be helpful for a stuffy
nose.
This was not an ordinary situation.
Absolutely desperate (not to mention, borderline ***), I tried
rubbing the Vicks on the bite.
Ahhh. Peace. Quiet.
Smelling like the***ens but who cared?
And just one more silly cure - sometimes painting the bites of vile
little critters with nail polish - clear, psychedelic puce or fire truck
red, no matter, - will put the bites to rest.
Rest.
Ah, yes.
That is a good thing. Polly
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> Hello folks!
> We had a sunny Friday, and a sunny Saturday... until a terrific
> thunder and lightning storm hit us. Wow! Fairly spectacular, with
> lightning flashes directly above us, ear-splitting thunder and
> torrential rain. Did I mention we had old-fashioned tents with metal
> poles? Hmm. Interesting. We all hid in our tents for about 2 hours
> while it bucketed it down, then emerged like wary rabbits for dinner.
> Good thing we'd already gone on a walk to the waterfall, because all
> other activity was out!
> Anyway, today (Sunday) we built shelters in the woods, did tie-dying
> and then tidied up the camp, downed tents and came home. I already
> have my second load of laundry in the wash, have my backpack unpacked
> and put away, have had a shower and a cup of tea, and am now writing
> out the course guidelines for an evening class I'll help teach this
> autumn. I'm covered in midge bites, but it's good to be home!
> -- Jo in Scotland