So it's the 4th of July evening. Johnny C, youngest, and I take our folding chairs downtown, and find a nice dark spot on a concrete playground. As we wait for not one but TWO firework displays, Cupcake and I gaze at the emerging stars. At the same time she's jumping in pain from mosquitoes biting her through the canvas of her chair and her denim jeans. Have you heard about the man-eating mosquitoes in Minnesota? Well we aren't exaggerating. These things can carry away small dogs.
Later that evening her pain and discomfort grow to alarming proportions. I have her drop trou only to discover it's not mosquitoes - it's chiggers! Chigger bites under the stars.
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