Couple of nights ago, around 3 a.m., I realized that I have a problem. For the fourth night in a row, a bloody mosquito started its` buzzing rounds of flight around me. Meticulously: now it quietly stings my feet, just to engage me 10 sec later with a maddening charge of whining, right into my ear. Messing with my mental sanity. Making me slap myself out of my dreams into a woozy and fuming consciousness.
So, you`d say : why the fourth night in a row? Why didn`t you do something about it? Like.. squashing the life out of its’ worthless existence. Or, if I were a politically correct liberal at least catch and release it in the open air.
Well, I sure tried to do it - not to catch and release scenario – BUT the obnoxious creature kept successfully eluding me! Good radar on it, very alert, extremely high intuition – has to be a female. A mature one, probably one week old, in its ‘midlife. Wise enough to come up with a strategy, and patient enough to stick with the basic tactics of it : engage the pray only in his sleep, never land but on camouflage-like surfaces, stand still when challenged, don`t move a feather when The Food shakes everything around him in order to discover your whereabouts. It was clear that the astute ectoparasite was there to stay. So, what to do? Endure it, enjoy it? Cry, shout, ruminate? They emerged on this planet long before we learned how to walk straight (roughly 90+mil years) and they still linger; you got to respect that. Here they are, still buzzing and sucking the life out the most intelligent/powerful living being of the earth. I realized that I kind of started to like it when I heard a buzz near my left ear and instinctively slapped it so hard that it started to burn. Felt something wet and looking at my hand realized that respect ain`t worth a mosquito`s life these days.