Mosquito Bite

Last night I got a mosquito bite on my penis. At least I think it’s a mosquito bite. They just came out. I noticed a few a couple of days ago. Then the evening before last, while I was hooking up the hose to the water tank, there were dozens trying to get at me. But last night, while I was mixing up sac-crete for the last section of the sidewalk, they came out in force. There were hundreds. I had shorts and a T-shirt on and they were getting to my legs, so I went in the house looking for some bug spray. Of course, there was none.
So I put on long pants and a long sleeve shirt because I had started now and I couldn’t stop until it was done. Back outside the little bastards were thicker than ever. They reminded me of Japanese kamikazes going in for the kill. They reminded me of the time I was in Alaska. I pulled up my collar and mixed another bag of crete. As I turned the shovel they were landing on my hands. I swatted a few. I drank some beer. I mixed. Thank goodness I only needed four bags.
When I had the mud between the boards and screed off I went to the garage for refuge and relief. I just needed to wait a little bit for the mud to settle so I could edge it. I finished the beer. Then I went to the house for another one. I stood inside for a moment. Then, after a few minutes, I decided to get on with it.
They were on me instantly. I knelt down and started edging. I had to pee. I trowelled. I edged. One little section was giving me trouble. I worked it back and forth. I slapped my neck. Finally, the edge came clean and I stood up. I had to pee bad. I started for the house. I told myself, just keep going, but I had to go now. So I stopped and whipped it out.
Then this morning, while taking care of business, I noticed a little red spot on my penis. Damned mozzies, I thought. At least I think it’s a mosquito bite.