F*cking Mosquitoes.

7:43 AM, GMT+1
Note: This post will probably contain copious amounts of swearing.

So let's all ask ourselves why the hell I'm awake this early on a Sunday. Well, it's because of those fucking mosquitoes. Or rather, one in particular.

I awoke to unbearable itchiness on my shoulder, forearm and... forehead. See, a mosquito doesn't bite you on the forehead because he's hungry. He does it because he's an asshole and so he can laugh about it afterwards with all of his little mosquito friends. Bastard.

Not only that, while I was itching, I heard a constant buzzing in my ear. That means the sonofabitch was still around, contemplating seconds-- or thirds, or fourths, or whatever. I cocooned myself up in my blankets, and I could hear his buzzing. I tried to sleep, but I was so distracted by the buzzing, and I was afraid I was gonna throw my blankets off in the middle of my sleep. I also couldn't breathe, due to the lack of ventilation in the sheets.

So I had to lie there, listening to his buzzing, thinking that I might be paranoid and just imagining things, then convincing myself that I really wasn't because I could hear changes in frequency when he would move around, etc.

Then I really had to go pee.

Oh yes. That would have involved getting up and throwing my sheets off, exposing myself to the world. I tried to resist, but after awhile, it became too much. I tossed my sheets away, then jumped into the bathroom. After doing my business, I walked out... and I saw the filthy bloodsucker flying around.

I grabbed a long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and socks, and got ready for my mosquito hunt. I was gonna put him in a world of hurt.

And of course, I had to grab a weapon, which, being Filipino, was a flip-flop.

So for five minutes, I had to chase the little shit with wings around the room as he dodged, ducked, dipped, dived, and.... dodged. He was also small enough that he could blend in with several items in my room. Unfortunately for him, I have bare white walls.

I caught sight of him again when he emerged next to my dresser drawer. I spotted, aimed, and let fly with the flip-flop. However, I didn't see him afterwards. But there was a funny little red spot on my dresser. Just to make sure, I walked into the bathroom, got a piece of toilet paper, and wiped at the red spot.

Yup. Fresh blood.

That's RIGHT, bitch. Maybe if he hadn't eaten so much he'd still be alive... Nobody makes me bleed my own blood.