I don't know how it happened. I have a foggy idea of when - my ankles indicate it must have been during rafting, my legs and hands during the ATVs - but it should never have occurred in the first place. I put on bug spray - a lot of bug spray. Deet was my vampire's garlic, my werewolf's silver bullet, but this time it failed me. So here I am, leaving Peru after a wonderful, month long journey. I leave with many gifts - bottles of Inca Cola, alpaca woven clothing, trinkets and crafts, and 33 of the itchiest bug bites I've ever had. These bites don't seem like they're from mosquitoes, at least no type of mosquito I've ever seen. They look kind of like mosquito bites, except for the strenge, needle point scab in the center. Something bit me. A were-squito? A Chupacabra? I did some investigating, and the best thing I could come up with was this:
|The humble sand fly - Public Enemy Number 1|
After all, I may have been eaten alive, but I suspect it's a lot worse for the guinea pigs.