bites

I am being eaten alive by a swarm of invisible mosquitos. These blood-thirsty creatures have been biting me for two weeks now, but I have yet to see a single bug in my house. They are either living in my bedsheets or in my chaise lounge, which is where I spend most of my time when I am home. Or they could be hiding in my Old Navy brown sweat pants, which are the best things to come between my legs and the frigid winter air since 2006.