Every summer since 2003 that I have spent time in Canada that little bug called the Mosquito has had a feeding frenzy with my blood. I’m not sure what it is that attracts them to me above most others but I usually end up as the one covered in bites and scratching myself for the next week while everyone else struggles to count more than 5 bites in all. Of course I wear the bug spray but somehow I still manage to get bitten and well, when sitting around a camp fire having a few beers you quickly forget to keep re-applying the spray as you fail to notice them on you until you see the remains of the damage the following morning. Carrying the hangover is bad enough never mind the Mosquito bites. So with a summer having not been in Canada I really thought I had managed to avoid the little blood sucking feigns. Until Yesterday. MORE »