It is early morning, and nothing is in here but me and a
mosquito. I have noticed it buzzing
around the desk lamp. I expect it will
be only a matter of time until it notices me sitting here. Once it leaves the safety of the lamp it
will, of course, become much more difficult to see.
I could, I suppose, go out to the garage, and get a can of Raid. My concern there is that I will
end up inhaling more of the deadly poison than the mosquito. I guess I could just smack him with the can,
and not spray the thing at all. For that
matter, I could use my shoe.
If it were not early morning, then I wouldn’t need to
concern myself with being quiet, but as I am the only one awake, (except the
mosquito) then I don’t wish to wake everyone by smacking at the drapes or lamp
with a shoe.
“What was that!”
Go back to sleep, it was only me knocking over the desk
lamp.
If life goes on as it
usually does, sometime later today I will find myself itching. A small bump will arise, and I will know who
won the battle. I’m not really sure if I
am just destined to be someone else’s snack or if the mosquito just has better luck than me.
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