Wednesday night. We arrive in Nánjīng (南京). After walking around a night-shopping/food market we head to the hotel. One night and I have 15 new mosquito bites! The pain! Seven on my right arm, three on my left, two on my right foot, three on my left.
In order to keep myself preoccupied with something other than lesson plans, worksheets, tests and scratching, I have decided to post whenever I find a new mosquito bite! Keeps my mind from going insane from all these mosquito bites, so I’m rolling with it.
May 9 @ 23:00 (UTC+8) – Bite count updated to 29. The heels (both!) of my feet started to itch.
May 9 @ 23:20 – White flower oil isn’t cutting it anymore. I’ve moved to testing the toothpaste theory. Crest Extra White plus Scope. Flavour: Mint Splash. It has Scope, mouthwash was a possible remedy too. This may just work!
May 9 @ 23:30 – I think I’ve killed the last two remaining mosquitoes in my apartment. They followed me into the washroom when I was putting toothpaste on my bites. I closed the door and waited semi-patiently until they landed on something smackable. The arrogant fools landed on my mirror to fix their antennae. My mirror has bug juice on it now. A small price to pay to exact revenge on the blood-sucking… thingies. Take that! Read more
I’m paranoid when I drink my dòujiāng (豆浆) in the morning. Last week, I found a dead mosquito in my dòujiāng after I drank 95 percent of it. Now, whenever I see anything that’s not dòujiāng-like in my dòujiāng I get freaked out that it’s a bug. I dipped my mántou (馒头) in my dòujiāng because it was was soo dry and some of the mántou crumbs got in the dòujiāng. I’ve spit out my dòujiāng three times today already because the mántou crumbs felt like bugs.