First of all, yes, you are right. My cousins in India don’t even notice.
Second, I forgot to mention the other really important experience I have with skeeters. I got malaria from one, twice!
I got malaria when I was about two years old. My bio mother was a big fat jerk. My aunt came home and found me under the stove. Stoves in India back then (and now too) didn’t have ovens, so they were close to the ground, only a foot or two off. I had huddled under there for warmth. Auntie said I was turning blue with the shivers as my body desperately raised the temperature to kill the spirochete. My real mom hadn’t even noticed; she was immersed in a romance novel. :rolleyes:
My second time was when I was 15. I had an opportunity to go to India quickly. I got my shots, pills, etc., but you have to start the anti-malarial stuff two weeks before to be effective. I only started it like four days before. I had a great time in India and flew back in late August.
First day of school I woke up not feeling great. But mom never let me stay home so I trucked off. The way malaria works, is you get extraordinarily high fevers and then chills as your body works to get them down. In the afternoon the fever started going up and I felt like crap.
Told my mom and she gave me Advil and admonished me that I was just not wanting to go to school.
Next day, even worse. I felt absolutely miserable. But mom still sent me off. Same thing, fever in the afternoon.
School had started on Wed morning and Friday morning I woke up and threw up. Mom finally let me stay home. Then began two weeks of the sickest I have ever been. I am 5’5" and at the time, weighed 117 pounds. In two weeks I lost 20 pounds. I ran fevers as high as 104. My mom took me to all of the doctors, but most American doctors have never seen malaria and had no idea what it was. They diagnosed me with herpes, hepatitis, and everything else. Asked me if I was sexually active. Etc.
Finally after two weeks of me crying because I thought I was going to die, and my mom crying because I was crying, she called an Indian doctor in the community. He heard the symptoms over the phone, chuckled, and said “That sounds like malaria. Bring her in and I’ll look at her and give her quinine.”
Amazing how quick quinine works! But yeah, I am not fond of skeeters. :mad: