At Maryland’s famous Benji’s Drive-In Movie Theater last weekend, my family and some friends enjoyed an evening playing outside, eating popcorn and candy, and watching a new film out in the great open air.
About an hour in, though, my buddy started to look uncomfortable. “I’m covered in mosquito bites,” he told me. “Aren’t you?”
I looked at our arms side by side, only to realize that he had several red, itchy welts, but I had not a single one.
Was this just dumb luck? Or is there science behind which of us the mosquitoes prefer?