High Five

High Fiveing Squitos (Mosquitos) has never been a thing I have enjoyed much success at.
You know those moments when you see a Sqitter execute a really nice suck; instinct demands a High Five or at least a Fist bump. There you are all hyped up bumping the little critter. . .and your neighbour ends up with a little blood sack burst all over his favourite Sunday-go-to-meeting shirt. Even worse the Skidder has enjoyed his first and last fist bump. . .no wonder the bug(gers) all flock to my beloved rather than get too close to me.