True. Chiggers are proof that if there IS a god, then he’s not a loving god, but a sadistic SOB.
Goddess. Only a female could be that coy and that demanding at the same time.
When I worked in Central America, chiggers were a huge problem. I’d put rubbing alcohol on my legs every morning before I went outdoors, then again after I came home and showered. I rarely had problems with them.
I went to college in the South. One day after a)walking in the woods and b)being exposed to a person with chicken pox I developed hideous itchy, painful bumps.
Absolutely convinced I was breaking out in Chicken Pox (for the second time, I had it as a child), I went to the health center. The nurse looked at it and the first thing she asked was, “where ya from, hon?” Revealing that I was but an ignorant Yankee city girl, I was educated on the subject of chiggers, the most vile beast in all the 7 seas.
UGH!!!
I left Texas in 1963 and I haven’t had a chigger bite since. Just lucky, I guess.
I, too, am a recovering Texan. Only problem, really, is that in Minnesota, the chiggers have wings. And, of course, the ice spiders.
So what is the actual range of the little buggers? They’re not a problem in the northeast. But my Kansas relatives always warned me about them.
Yep, we kept an old tube sock half-full of powdered sulfur. Before we went hunting, we’d slap the sock around our waistbands and ankles and the bottoms of our pants, leaving big daubs of yellow all over ourselves. It seemed to help, though I’d usually still get a few chigger bites.
Chigger please…
That’s* terrible*! And its mine, now!
Word
I tried to ignore this. However, it was festering in the back of my mind, and this past weekend, I got to pull it on SWMBO, who is also suffering from chigger bites.
I was banished from her presence for the rest of the afternoon because I hit her with such an awful pun about the critters that made her itch so badly.
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