Bites! Augh!

So Tuesday we went beach camping with my sister, her family, and a few of her friends. I loved the time I got to spend with my family, her friends, and nature. What I did not love is how nature loves me. 16 bites on my feet, I am thinking it was the Ants on our site because Moroni has bites on his legs and I have additional bites on my arms.

I have not had bites that bothered me so much since my Mission, when the bite irritation was the size of my calf.

When we lived in Norwalk, I remember getting so many bites, my grandfather Arnold installed a room air conditioner to help keep the room cool and the bugs out. I also remember my grandmother Lorraine, telling me that if I wasn't so sweet the bugs wouldn't bite me. So I guess I need to be mean, so the bugs won't bite me. For some reason I don't think bug bites have anything to do with my personality. Although it would be interesting to see if there is a correlation.