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Mosquitos really like my baby.

Thompson Falls, Montana is home to a billion gajillion mosquitos.

And they all bit Ethan over the weekend. At last count we were over 90 bites.

My poor baby.

Can you say Benedryl?

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  1. Jenny L.12:22 PM

    I itch just looking at those poor legs. Seriously, I do!

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  2. michelle_d9:08 PM

    Ouch. Poor thing!

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  3. Anonymous11:30 PM

    Looks like he takes after his Uncle Ken. When we went to Yellowstone the Dr told to give him yeast tablets for a period of time before we went. Don't remember the details of how much or how long before but I guess it helped. It is scarier now though with the West Nile virus out there.

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  4. Susie12:00 AM

    Ack! That looks uncomfortable!

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