I had a dream last night where a friend came over to our house for a campfire, and complained the whole time. This friend was smoking and yelling and carrying on, and complaining about the mosquitoes.
My neighbors were there, stunned at the behavior and wondering about the company I keep.
To stop the problem, I sprayed bug spray all over my friend, head to toe, in spite of multiple objections. Then I wrapped my friend in a roll of plastic wrap from the kitchen, tightly, assuring that this will keep all mosquitoes off.
Then, I set the person on fire with a Tiki torch and liquid bug repellent goo that goes in the torch.
My friend tried to get away, falling, flailing, screaming, engulfed. Dead. I sat and drank my beer and read my book. It was very quiet.
I woke up this morning with bug bites all over my feet.