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I was out sitting on my daughter’s porch in Texas a few weeks ago, an experience not unlike eating ice cream too fast. It feels really good until it doesn’t, as the joy of being outside in the warm sunshine gives way to becoming a mosquito buffet.

My shockingly pale Pacific Northwest skin might have looked like ice cream, a little. I tend to return from Texas with stigmata.

I was on that porch a lot, taking short breaks to watch people and wonder where my next bite was coming from. There was a nice row of shrubbery in front, helping to keep the glare from my white legs from blinding un...