People assume I am constantly assaulted by bugs since I spend so much time with them. Some of the bugs could rightly claim to be stalked and harassed by me, but most never strike back and bite me. Except for these things. I hate them. I can marinate myself in DEET and the mosquitoes will still find a way to get my blood. They seem to take special pleasure in doing this when I'm lining up an especially wonderful scene in my viewfinder.