On certain days, New England is like this in the summer. Sometimes 100 degrees and sticky sweaty awful hot. And then the mosquitoes come.
Solution? Wear as little as possible, move as little as possible, and have every part of you touching as little else of you as possible.
I couldn’t stand the deer flies.. or the blackflies. I’d run to the mailbox then retreat to the trailer, shedding the flies once I got in. Not without injury though.
The part in my hair always had deer fly bites all along it. I hated those things!