Bugger

It has been hot. The mosquitos are out. The girls have been running through the sprinklers and ... getting naked in the back yard.

The mosquitos are the asian tiger type and bite at all times of the day. Aside from things like West Nile Virus, I just hate mosquitoes. And we had no more OFF power-pad things (The little hurricane lamps that have a candle and chemicals in them to repel insects. They work really well), so I had the bright idea of pulling out the bug spray the other day. Actually, this was a good idea. The all natural kind. Citronella, peppermint, lemongrass, and the like. I really enjoyed the smell of it.

And Q3, who was 100% naked, got sprayed and then asked if she could spray herself more. But before she could do so, she started to scream. SCREAM. High pitched, clearly in pain screaming.

Whatever it was in the all-natural bug spray ... irritated her skin and we had to rush up to the tub and soap up, shower, and re-bathe to get it all off and cool and calm her down.

Back to the DEET, I suppose.