Some people go to the big city and get mugged. Some fall down stairs or have traffic accidents. I get bug bites. Sigh!
Yesterday, while on that double-decker bus, I felt what I assumed was someone sticking a needle in the side of my neck. Since we were near Embassy Row, I thought maybe I was the victim of espionage. I slapped at it and it turned out to be a itty, bitty bug. I have no idea what it was since I pretty much obliterated it when I hit it. Then, another one got me under the chin and another on my chest. It was like a red-hot coal -- like a sting.