I've always wanted to go camping. But I think I have skeeter syndrome (going to a doctor soon to confirm).

I was out biking for just 2 hours yesterday - at 2am, too - and some of the 11 bites I have on me from that time alone are almost 3 inches wide, and I know from past experience that some of them are going to scar whether or not I scratch.

Feels fucking bad man. It knocks not only on my confidence but also enjoyment of life. Go /out/ for me bros. I wish I could join you