The Mosquito Bite Inn Mugs

This was something my daughter made when we went camping at Lake George, New York this summer

Once upon a time, two guys had a dream. To make the best darn tiki bar ever... in the back yard of their apartment. And for a while, that brief shining dream came true in the form of Malaria Mike's. (And I thought it was just about time to make a t-shirt out of it.) Oh, and all sales from this shirt will go to benefit Skipper Eddie and Skipper Mike, the founders of Malaria Mike's.

The Last Mosquito That Bit Me Was Drunk For A Week

The Last Mosquito That Bit Me Was Drunk For A Week

My fourth most horrifying childhood nightmare was of visiting a neon-and-crosshatched demon motel. I tried to stand on the baseboards of the lobby, the way you might climb on the edge of a built-in tub, but kept slipping off. Before long, this little blue bastard bit my arm, and as I woke up, I felt a very vivid pain. Have you ever felt pain in a dream? Is that a thing? This is an illustration of the look and sense of portent in the dream. Recommend getting the orange one so the blue guy stands out, but you do you.