For years you have dominated my summer evenings... eating and drinking your fill of my delicate skin and (apparently) tasty blood. You have yet to be dissuaded by bug spray or citronella candles or the occasional slap, choosing instead to mock my efforts at blocking you and finding more daring places to bite me.
You and your friends have attacked me with a vengeance - leaving double digit bites all over my body any time I dare step outside near twilight.
Well no more. This tasty feast is declaring a jihad on you and your ilk. Take cover - your days of eat, drink and be merry are coming to a decisive end. Be afraid, be very afraid.
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