War

It’s me vs. mosquitos. Now when I say this, don’t get this picture in your mind that there are mosquito’s all over the place and I’m at risk for being eaten alive.  No, but in my room, when the window has been open all day (no screens), the bugs must be able to smell that there will soon be fresh blood coming.  So for the past few nights, I have turned the lights out, been trying my best to fall asleep, when all of the sudden I hear the sound of a bug, flying very close by.  Then it gets closer, then farther, then closer, then it’s in my ear, and I’m sitting wide awake in my bed. 

I’m sure almost all of you can relate on some level.  When a bug buzzes in someone’s ear, it can be funny to watch their whole body convulse, trying to get away from the sound and feeling.  In this room, it’s even worse.  I can’t sleep, and I can still hear the buzzing when I cover my head with a blanket.

So a few nights ago, I got up at 1, 3:30, and 4:45 to go hunting.  I stand in the corner of my room, turn on the lights, and wait.  Patiently.  Then I see one, coming towards me, and with my cat-like reflexes I snatch it out of the air and squish it.  I have gotten quite a bit of blood on my hands, but judging by a few red spots on my body, its most likely my own blood.  But I wash my hands afterwards, don’t worry.

Right now, I’ve killed 16.  They keep coming in, even though a few of their friends are left on the wall as a reminder of what fate will befall them should they enter my room (I’ll wash them off soon J).