Saturday, August 20, 2005
Mosquito Ambush
I opened my pantry a few minutes ago, and there was a mosquito, sitting on the shelf like it had been waiting for me. I swatted, missed, and closed the pantry door. A minute later, I opened the door again, and there it was. I swatted and missed again. The mosquito flew out of the pantry and is now lurking somewhere in my apartment. Makes it hard to relax.
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Don't you hate that? They lie in wait for me too, lurking. Waiting for just the right opportunity to reach a blood-rich vein. They always find their target too. It's even worse when you can hear their faint "hmmmm" buzzing around your ear. That's when I begin frantically thrashing about.
Mosquitos love me. The feeling is not mutual. I'm sitting here right now with beautiful bite patterns covering my face, arms, and legs.
It was probably the saddest day of my life when I was told by a DOCTOR that there actually was such a thing as "sweet blood" that bloodsucking insects prefer.
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