I zipped a mosquito up with me Sunday night. The worst part is hearing a mosquito buzz and not being able to find it. I turn the light on and it vanishes, turn it off and it starts harassing me. I go through a bunch of of comical looking gyrations trying to get it. After 10 or fifteen minutes I dispatch the critter and then have to clean my own blood from my hand. Blood I did not donate willingly. Finally I will be able to drift off into hammock sleeping bliss, I turn off the light and get comfortable. Then I hear it. Buzz, buzz, buzz. My mosquito's sister is here to take her revenge.
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