Many's the night I was up late seeking terrible vengeance on those miserable little insects.
Frequent were the little blood stains across the walls and ceilings.
My blood, I have to admit.
But you get the picture.
Mosquitos have a really annoying habit of flying right by your ear. I wouldn't mind them biting me if only they didn't wake me up with that terrible sound.
You hear that, and are suddenly jolted awake.
Your hand juts out and jabs at the light switch.
Blinding light floods the room, banishing any thought of sleep as you screw up your eyes and try to see a tiny black dot moving near your pillow.
Second pass, and nothing.
The seconds stretch into minutes, and still nothing.
Your eyes become used to the light, and you start to move your gaze upwards.
Suddenly you see a small speck on the wall, up near the ceiling, on the other side of the room.
While you are squinting your eyes and planning the best approach across the detritus that accumulates on the bedroom floor, you hear that bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz in your other ear.
Damn! The little bugger must have crept up behind you!
Swinging around, you glare at the wall, the floor, the ceiling, anywhere, your eyes darting frantically around the room.
Without pausing your frantic eye moments, your hand reaches for the can of fly spray that you know is there.
Still nothing.
A yawn struggles to escape, and a quick sideways flick of the eyes towards the clock radio makes you realise that you could still get a couple of hours sleep until it is time to start your day's activities.
Keep searching and squish, or spray?
It is too early in the morning to make decisions like that.
