Not at all glamorous. I am covered in welts of mosquito bites that burn with hardly a square inch left. Everyone has a theory on why I get so much business from the mosquito everywhere I go, 10 bites to everyone’s zero. Probably lack of substance abuse would be one. The blood of the guys in China are sludges of cigarette smoke, and 50 proof alcohol.
I recall nostalgically to the roughest trip I ever had at the Anhui Yellow farm, but at least there, I made friends with a toad who had his dinner delivered to him as long as he followed me around. Out snapped the long tongue and I was bite free. If only I could actually travel around with a toad.
Mr. Lin had another great comment. He said toads are really hardy. He could freeze one and thaw it and it will jump out alive. He suggested I just keep one frozen with me at all times and thaw out at each farm. Great idea Mr. Lin, though a toad jumping out at US Customs will put me on the front page of the SF Chronicle.
And no, no mosquito sprays, ointments, ultrasonic devices or anything over the years has ever, never worked. Please don’t worry about it at Christmas on my behalf.
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