She felt the sting at the back of her knee first, but she was too absorbed in her book to give it much regard. Soon she felt it on her hand, and looked down in bemusement to find something on her hand. It took a few moments for her to recognise the mosquito... it had been too long since she'd seen one. She felt she should slap it but by the time she'd thought about it the mosquito had drunk its fill and flown off again. She felt too lazy to chase after it, so instead she thought about the cliche of having a crush on her strangely amazing far too good to be true camp director. Or maybe just the idea of who he was.