I used to go hunting with a guy like that, he would spray himself down with Off and still be eaten alive, I may have one bite.We’re on a wooded acre, no ticks in the year I’ve been here.
But damn if the mosquitoes don’t like my sweet, sweet blood.
We can have folks over, no one gets bit except for me, the guy with half a dozen welt-sized bites.
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