Mosquitos were a big part of my growing up. I spent part of my childhood in the outback of Alaska. 1979. We were 112 miles from the nearest civilization, a shack that sold supplies. No electricity, no running water. My bedroom was the covered bed of a pickup truck with a pad, a sleeping bag, a kerosene lantern and mosquito coils. And a giant stack of books.
Before going out I would have to cover myself head to toe with Muskol. Even my hair. It was smelly and greasy.
The trick with a mosquito bite is to not scratch it. Just leave it alone or you'll make it worse.