You spend a perfectly nice Saturday pulling weeds, trimming roses, and finally conquering that corner of the yard that’s been giving you the side-eye since spring. You feel productive, a little sunburned, and oddly proud. Fast-forward to 3 a.m.—you’re wide awake and scratching like you rolled around in fiberglass. What on earth happened?
Congratulations. You’ve met chiggers—those microscopic garden gremlins that turn a peaceful afternoon into a full-body itch-fest.
