This much.
This is how much the insects of Athens love me.
There are two more insect bites under my watchstrap and another three on the underside of my arm. And three on my hand. My right arm has fared slightly better: there are only five insect bites in total.
They’re the large kind that start to leak a clear lymph if you somehow refrain from scratching them raw.
This one is the size of a twenty-cent piece.
I am really, really glad that Athens is not malarial. That’s all I’m saying.
Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea 
I was camping in the Cyclades a few years ago and one night I returned to my tent slightly drunk, accidentally letting about 10 mosquitoes in with me. I woke up in the morning to find them all incredibly plump, full of my blood and a total of over 150 bites covering my body!