Annoying at the best of times, downright troublesome at the worst. Like when you’re playing Ophelia and you are dead and corpse bearers are bearing you on a bier to your grave and there is lace draped over your body and a mosquito is trapped under the lace with you but you’re dead and can’t swat it away from your ear or eyelid. Ugh.
Every night I make the choice: spray myself with DEET or take my chances with West Nile. So far, my fear of the West Nile virus (and the bites and welts) have trumped my fear of a daily dose of DEET.
Homemade mosquito spray to the rescue? Maybe.
I used half witch hazel and half boiled water, with 10 drops each of eucalyptus, lemon, and lavender oil. Shake it up and spray. I tried it the other night, but at the last minute, before I went on stage, I chickened out and sprayed myself with DEET. I really don’t like being bitten on stage, and the air was thick with mosquitoes. It may have helped – I was the only actor who didn’t get eaten alive that night, despite soaking ourselves in DEET.
Maybe I’ll be brave enough to try it tonight . . .