Master K. spent Wednesday doing yard work at Dottie's. Thursday morning he woke up covered in chigger bites. I'm not kidding. He has at least 100 chigger bites. If you have ever had even one chigger bite, you know how miserable they can make you. I don't know how he is staying sane. We're feeding him Benadryl and painting him with clear nail polish, but mostly he's just trying to stay busy to keep his hands off his bites.
Unless we can do something to prevent this happening again I don't know that I want him going back.