Everybody Must Get Bitten!

Imagine these lyrics to the music of Bob Dylan's ¨Everybody Must get stoned¨ to understand how I feel about the insects in Panama!The lyrics fit well, especially the part about how they come back again!:

Well, they'll bite ya when you're trying to be so good,They'll bite ya just a-like they said they would.They'll bite ya when you're tryin' to go home.Then they'll bite ya when you're there all alone.But I would not feel so all alone,Everybody must get bitten.
Well, they'll bite ya when you're walkin' 'long the street.They'll bite ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat.They'll bite ya when you're walkin' on the floor.They'll bite ya when you're walkin' to the door.But I would not feel so all alone,Everybody must get bitten.
They'll bite ya when you're at the breakfast table.They'll bite ya when you are young and able.They'll bite ya when you're tryin' to make a buck.They'll bite ya and then they'll say, "good luck."Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone,Everybody must get bitten.
Well, they'll bite you and say that it's the end.Then they'll bite you and then they'll come back again.They'll bite you when you're riding in your car.They'll bite you when you're playing your guitar.Yes, but I would not feel so all alone,Everybody must get bitten.
Well, they'll bite you when you walk all alone.They'll bite you when you are walking home.They'll Bite you and then say you are brave.They'll bite you when you are set down in your grave.But I would not feel so all alone,Everybody must get bitten.