There are also those annoying times when we're trying to sleep and we have to cover ourselves up from head to toe to keep it from biting us. Even when it's a 100 degrees! It doesn't matter though, does it? The little thing still weasels itself into our top or pants. We still feel it biting.
And so, because of these bastards, our house smells like a toxic wasteland during the summer. Unlike, say, vanilla or lavender. I can just imagine Gwyneth Paltrow pooh pooh-ing all the chemicals in my house. She probably doesn't even get bitten.
So what if we wear jeans rather than dresses? Nothing stops them! And then what we're left with is overheating from wearing jeans in summer and mosquito bites, while others around us are wearing dresses and "still nothing.”
Antihistamines become our body lotion during summer. There's no honey butter for our dry skin or cocoa lotion to smell good. It's all insect repellent and more harmful chemicals on our skin. Which is pointless really, because the bastards still manage to find a corner on our body they can bite on.
This happens when the mosquito chooses the forehead to take its blood supply. When this happens, the bite usually balloons into the size of a golf ball and it doesn’t look pretty. If it’s your first time, the thing can even freak you out.
As I freaked out when I woke up and found a huge bump on my forehead. Tumour and brain hemorrhage were some of the things my little hypochondriac mind thought of only to find out three long hours later at the hospital that it was a mere mosquito bite. It was perfect timing too. I had a wedding that night and I had to channel my inner evil madam by placing a fringe in front of one eye to hide the damn thing. The bastards just know.
Then there are the bites in the trickiest places. This way, it’s harder for us to scratch. Like the sole of our feet where we can’t really scratch because we’ll tickle ourselves even more. Or a toe, so we have to go crazy while in public because we can’t just take off our shoes and scratch.
There’s nothing like killing a mosquito. Really, the hunt is deliciously savored when we kill — more precisely, when we smash — the tiny thing. But before actually smashing it, there’s the whole ordeal of finding the elusive little fly.
We can spend a good hour sitting up in bed with a shoe in our hand waiting for it to come near us. No black dot is left in peace during this time but nothing, we find nothing. Then, the minute we turn the lights on the thing strikes again.
Even if we do finally kill it, the thing still messes up our night. How many times have you smashed a mosquito which resulted in a blood stain all over your perfectly white wall or sheets? Yeh, not a pretty picture.
The worst and most annoying thing about mosquitoes, however, will always be their annoying buzzing sound. We’ll sleep with a bite, somehow we’ll take it. But how can we sleep with that incessant buzzing in our ears?