To Not Scratch

What is it about mos­qui­to bites that makes them so damn sat­is­fy­ing to scratch? It’s like a high­er form of itch­ing, which turns into a high­er form of scratch­ing. I’ve always had bad reac­tions to insect bites; when I was young, I had one that was almost the size of my head. It cov­ered up all of my kneecap and I decid­ed to get med­ical help when I could­n’t walk with­out feel­ing like I had an extra 27 lay­ers of skin bunch­ing up on the joint. I know I should­n’t touch them, and I’ve since gained the self-con­trol, but some­thing just makes me want to jab my fin­gers in them and claw them until they bleed.

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  1. As luck would have it, I went to the ice cream place the oth­er night and came back with about…seven big freakin mos­qui­to bites — three of them in a close­ly set­tled row. Those three are on my shin and will not stop ask­ing me to itch them. :P It feels so good, and I agree it’s def­i­nite­ly on a high­er lev­el of scratch­ing plea­sure, but…ugh, right after­wards my skin is bright red and feels hor­ri­bly raw. :(

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