No mosquitos

I just saw something on telly which reminded me why I love Switzerland so much. There are practically no mosquitos.

And the reason is that mosquitos absolutely, unconditionally, LOVE me. I remember when I was little and the family had been camping, and walking around the town we were in at the time, a woman stopped my Mum to ask if I had smallpox. Or similar. I was little I cannot quite remember. It may had been the just the pox.

Anyway. Today I learned that we have around 400 smelling thingies around our bodies, and sweat is one of them (hey, I don't sweat more than other people). I always thought it was my sweet blood, long before I knew about my rare blood group. I also learned that alcohol attracts the little buggers, which I could now understand, but I didn't drink when I was a kid.

Guess it doesn't help to be a professor in moquito'ing (when asked why she chose the profession, she answered "what's not to love, they kill more people than any other animal"). Hmm. They still don't have a clue. But I know for a fact that these little blood-sucking insects love me. It's not mutual.