Day 4. I’m not sure how much longer I can handle this. I don’t know why they’ve targeted me. My companions remain untouched. I can’t make sense of it. And I can’t see them coming. Most attacks are during the night. But tonight, they got me during dinner. The one spot left on my body I had left unguarded- the arch of my foot.
Tonight, I sleep in bug spray. My only fear is that while my body is protected by the toxins, they will go for my face. You may call this paranoia- I call this experience. There is a high likelihood I will be putting bug spray on my face.
Tonight, I ran from the car to the condo, desperately struggling with the keys to unlock the door. There are five bites alone on my feet. I just can’t take it anymore.
Bite count, day four: 17.