I fucking HATE midges.

We don't have these little bastards in the States (or at least where I live), and until about a week ago I seemed immune to their little bites. However, after my Old Man of Storr hike, I seemed to be covered with their little pin-prick bites. I had at least 10 of them on my arms alone. Grrr.....

I thought the worst was over until last night in Fort William (and a shithole of a hostel) when I fell asleep with the window open. I had on long sleeves and long pants on, but the little bastards bit the back of my neck and the backs of my hands!! That shows me not to tie my hair back!!!

I hear they don't like cigarette smoke so I'll have to meet some smokers or light up a few myself to keep the little buggers away.

To make matters worse, I just opened my journal so I could get ideas for my blogs and I found 2 dead midges in between the pages. GROSS. Bleh!