First Mosqueto Bite

It's official. I have been bitten by my first mosquito of the year. I was sitting in the hammock reading, to be exact. To be more exact, I was reading The Vampire Lastat. There was an itch on my shoulder. A strange itch, a foreign itch. The type of itch that you are thankful not to feel through out the winter. A ferocious lion forcing all its power onto making the tiny spot, no bigger then the eye of a needle, itch. And itch it does, and itch it you do. The lion realizes what it can get away with, and the spot grows. This exact lion grew to about the size of a nickle.
There was something magical about the first mosquito bite. A sign of spring I was defenseless against its powers, as the earth is defenseless against the changing of weather.
Welcome spring!