Mite be Trouble

Update: Bad news for us. An itch mite epidemic occured in 2004 in Nebraska and Kansas. According to this the first bites were reported in early to mid August, but mites were still active and biting as late as December 7. Stupid cicadas are probably to blame.

I've been getting eaten alive by something since we moved in. Since the house sat empty for several months before we bought it, we knew we'd be dealing with some "wildlife." So far, that's been daddy long-legs, and we're getting the upper hand.

But I find more and more mysterious welts on me, and last night was really bad. Today I count 26 welts of all sizes, including a couple in my scalp and one in my eyebrow.

As it turns out, they're mites, and they're pretty bad this year.

Fortunately, Luke hasn't gotten a single one. Kirsten has a few.

Luke and I were out early yesterday evening, and were fine. But walking the dog after dark I was eaten alive.

Cicadas, spiders, and now mites. It's been a year of plagues here.

And, yeah, they're itchy.