Right now my current “self” is thanking my past “self” for doing a thoughtful thing for my (then) future “self.” Of course, I had forgotten what I’d done so my past self had to remind my current self this morning. (It’s sort of like in the Star Trek movie where young Spock meets his older self.)
So I awoke today to the morning light streaming in at just the right angle to reveal that the no-see-ums had invaded my bedroom via a teeny-tiny-itsy-bitsy unnoticed hole in the window screen. (Egads!) My room was a flutter with dust-mote-sized, blood-sucking denizens of suffering and I was feeling a bit helpless as I ran for the duct tape and realized that during the night my bug bites had multiplied 3-fold. (DRAT!)
As I was MacGyvering my window screen with duct tape I peered outside and it looked like a no-see-um convention with ’em all hanging out, pressing their tiny bodies against the screen. The millimeter-sized hole was, to them, a portal to nirvana…the scent of my sweet blood luring them through to the other side.
So last May when I was scratching my bug bites, I didn’t believe in these legendary “no-see-ums” the locals told me I was being bitten by (if I don’t “see ’em” I don’t believe in ’em, ya know?). Nevertheless, I made a big jar of itch remedy up–a BIG FREAKING jar of it–and industrial strength. BEHOLD! It seems to work. My holy elixir of relief…
Evidently, it’s mostly genetics that determines who the buggers bite and who seldom gets bitten. It’s the quality of the blood, or so researchers believe, that attracts the no-see-ums & mosquitoes who sniff it out based on scent. I guess it’s more like a recessive genetic trait that randomly pops up in families but interesting to note that more people with type O blood are effected (of course there are more folk with type O ) and that in studies of identical twins seldom was one twin susceptible and the other not. Both twins shared the same traits in pretty much all cases.
So, I guess that it’s sort of an offhand compliment from the no-see-ums about how they perceive the quality of my blood, but I think I’ll pass on playing blood donor if I can help it. This season my current self will be brewing up yet another version of natural no-see-um repellent for my future self to use next season. Hopefully it works. Guess I’d better make another batch of anti-itch remedy just in case…
More ramblings about the entropy effect and the nature of non-linear time coming soon. Anyone wanna discuss quantum physics? No-see-em repellent recipes?? Star Trek???
“I shall endeavor not to return before I leave.”
- – Spock, in all seriousness, on his attempt at time travel