Top dog in my menagerie of pet peeves right now is the drone of a mosquito as soon as I turn out the light and try to sleep. Mr. Nag never gets bitten, perhaps because he's using me as a decoy. Apparently I have a body only a mosquito could love. I took a little walk through my garden just now and got 13!!! bites on my legs - large, ugly misshapen ones (the bites, I mean, although now that I reflect the legs are not as shapely as they once were). I'm not usually paranoid but the words "West Nile Virus" are beginning to take on a new significance.Edit: I can't believe I forgot to mention the unbearable itch!
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