The Attack

I vividly remember stumbling into bed last night. It was humid therefore I did not snuggle in my blanket as I usually would. In the middle of the night, however, I was rudely awaken by… well, let’s try guessing

The terrible urge to pee?
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Nope
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An awful nightmare?
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Nope but good try though
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It was too hot to sleep?
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Not quite.


I woke up feeling like I was smack in the middle of a horrible supernatural attack in a rainforest. It was the attack of the Biggest, Most Annoying, Freaking Killer MOSQUITOS!!!

It was irritating to be bitten all over and after 5 minutes into the attack, I ran out of fingers to scratch the itch. It was some sort of a dance ritual trying to shoo the mosquitoes away. For visualization purposes, imagine doing the Mosquito Pockey lying in bed.

You smack your right hand in, You smack your right hand out,
You scratch your right hand in and you squirm it all about.
You do the mosquito pockey, And you turn yourself around.
That's what it's all about.

You smack your left hand in, You smack your left hand out,
You scratch your left hand in and you squirm it all about.
You do the mosquito pockey, And you turn yourself around.
That's what it's all about.

You smack your right leg in, You smack your right leg out,
You scratch your right leg in and you squirm it all about.
You do the mosquito pockey, And you turn yourself around.
That's what it's all about.

You smack your left leg in, You smack your left leg out,
You scratch your left leg in and you squirm it all about.
You do the mosquito pockey, And you turn yourself around.
That's what it's all about.

You scratch your whole self in, You scratch your whole self out,
You scratch your whole self in and you squirm it all about.
You do the mosquito pockey, And you turn yourself around.
That's what it's all about.

I eventually relented and waved a white flag, surrendering to my fate. I have never been molested so violently by mosquitoes … untill the record breaking last night. In times like this, I wish Belle was here to do her professional mosquitoe swatting; she’s such an expert, even insect repellants pale in comparison.

Oh by the way, I don’t kill mosquitos, I think its cruel to harm creatures who need to feed on our blood for a living. Hey, they didn’t ask to be that way. I just @#$%^* and sigh and do my Mosquito Pockey when they “visit”.

Let’s hope I’ll be guest-free tonight.