Summer Days ~ Skeeter-Gal
If one more mosquito bites me, Marvel will have a new superhero, with a comic book and blockbuster movie out just in time for Christmas.
You know, kinda like Spider-Man. He got bit by some weird spider and turned into a superhero. So why can't it happen to me? I get bit by a bazillion mosquitoes each time I step outside. I could get bit by some weird mosquito and suddenly after days of itching, scratching and oatmeal baths, I wake up one morning and I've turned into Skeeter-Gal.
It could happen.
Now what would I look like? I'd have to be able to fly, and I would most likely have a long, skinny nose and huge, bulbous black eyes. And a cape. Oh yeah, gotta have a cape. And not a old-towel-tied-around-my-neck-with-a-clothes-pin cape like my little brother used to wear, it needs to be something flowing and glittery. Maybe gold and green and glittery...oooh...(I have a little problem with gold and green and glittery things, they tend to distract me). And a superhero outfit (do they call what they wear an outfit?) wouldn't be complete without a set of gold antennas on the tippy-top of my head.
But what would my powers be? Would I be armed with some kind itch-inducing power, rendering the bad guys helpless as they scratch themselves unconscious? How about some kind of buzzing sound that distracts my evil nemesis, Dr. Citronella, while I rescue a bus load of senior citizens, hanging off the side of a bridge?
Ooooh...would a bottle of 'Off' be my Kryptonite?
The possibilities are endless.