I have both doors and windows propped open - a huge bright magnet for every bug on the island… But I am not being bitten. Every inch of my body - from the soles of my bleeding bandaged feet to the top of my sun-scorched head - is covered with 6-12 Insect Repellent, a cheap, foul-smelling oil with no redeeming social or aesthetic characteristics except that it works.
These goddamn bugs are all around - settling on the notebook, my wrists, my arms, circling the rim of my tall glass of Bacardi Anejo and ice … but no bites. It has taken about six days to solve this hellish bug problem … which is excellent news on the one level, but, as always, the solution to one problem just peels back another layer and exposes some new and more sensitive area.” — Hunter S. Thompson, The Great Shark Hunt (1979)
Hey man, I’m no doctor, but if you can still use the internet you’re good.
OR, killing spree. Do what serves you.