Night of mosquito
I slap, it dodges, it bites
That son of a bitch
Last night, I was haunted by a mosquito. It buzzed by my ear, taunting me to do anything to defend myself, knowing that my sleep-addled slaps would be too feeble to locate and make contact with it. I even slept with my weakest light on so that I could locate and destroy it when I heard it, to no avail.
There is a fresh bite on my foot. Is it trying to cripple me? Probably.
This problem is only going to get worse from here on out, so I’ll be taking measures to protect myself and my (temporary) home from these vampiric bastards.