Chestnut Lake NACO campground is not far from Atlantic City and the Jersey wetlands. In our exploration of the area we have found very little in the way of population along the back roads. Nice homes in some areas. Nice, big, expensive homes that one knows the woman of the house does not do the cleaning. The greatest mass of life that I've ran across was the little old mosquito.
The first time I took a walk around the CG I made the mistake of cheating and taking a short cut across the grass. All I did was stir up the little buggers and let them know breakfast was ready. They attacked my legs with gusto and attempted to get their morning tomato juice. With multiple swats and a change of direction I got off the grass and onto the roadway where the sun could beat on them.
On the walk back to my MH I decided to stay on the road but as I walked through a shaded area the mosquitoes came at me again. Looking down at my legs I could see more than a dozen clinging to my socks and more flying around looking for a good breakfast table. Half of them died where they landed and the rests decided to fly away.
All of a sudden I feel this sharp stabbing pain in the middle of my chest. A reflex action made me slam my hand at the pain. As I looked down at my hand I could see blood seeping around my fingers. What did I do?
I pealed my hand back and noticed a black spot on my shirt. A flat mosquito. Surround by my rich, red blood. That bugger must have thought she would get take out for the whole family and those on my leg were just a diversion. It's amazing that something so small can hold so much.
The next time I went for a walk I remembered to use the bug repellent first.
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