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Without these loathsome, buzzing little monsters, life in the jungle would have been bliss. Given a choice between a bottle of mosquito repellant and a bottle of Moet…..sadly, there was no competition. Little respect was shown by these blood-suckers when bush toilet meant exposing your rear-end. Scratching became shameless and public. By the end of our trip, the Pople family was totally bespeckled.