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| I remember as a kid, an uncle from Iowa would come down and visit for a few days every summer. We would go fishing at one of our farm ponds. None of us put any bug spray on. The chiggers would eat him alive, and we would be walking through the same areas, and not get any. Its like they knew he was from up north and was "fresh meat"
This happend more than one year. I dont remember if the uncle finally learned to use bug spray or not. This was in late 60's I dont know what was available then | |
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Chiggers
