Mosquitos are cute: The story of my tattered karma

In a familiar place now….back at my parents condo. We just HAD to see Mittens, I missed him so much. He’ll be joining us on the 1st of August. Hope he takes it alright! I also had to pick up a package while in Toronto. I am now the proud owner of 8 more ’solar gazing balls’. Bryan was horrified and shocked to find that I ordered so many….I told him I had only gotten 3;) Well it was a good deal and I’m a nerd….and I had to BUY something. So there!
In return (actually I just did this to lessen his freak out! LOL) I got him a ‘bug zapper’….you know, those new tennis racket type things that electrocute bugs on a whack. It’s out of character for me….I can’t even kill a disgusting dirty housefly. Everything has the right to live. I don’t even kill mosquitos….at least, I didn’t until the other day!
It seems RVing has turned me into a murderer. I smushed at least 10 of them in our mosquito freak out. I felt bad doing it, but it got easier the more I did it….and the more they bit me. I think what triggered my murderous rampage was after one bit me on the left temple, and we all know how I swell up! Well that did it for me.
Something was funny about those mosquitos, that’s for sure. They were small, and quick, and I think they possessed some sort of super bug intelligence. I kid you not. Take this one for example….he decided a game of hide and seek was in order. I was smacking at the walls yelling for about 4 min….something along the lines of:
“Die, you mother$%&*#$, I am going to get you!!!! RAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Now, I have a fantastic reaction time, but this little pest had me beat. I swear he was mocking me! Everytime I’d attempt to end his pitiful existence, he’d escape….and finally he hid in a light. I waited for some time until he peeked his little head out from the bathroom lamp to see if I was still a *minor threat* to him. WHAM, I hit my hand against the light (OUCH), and up he went; Sizzle sizzle little bugger got FRIED! There was a resounding *HA GOTCHA* and then the remorse hit me. What have I become? Had these little critters turned me into a monster?
The next morning, I found one of them taking a leisurely stroll on the lazyboy arm rest. Upon closer inspection, I realized he was quite cute. He had adorable fuzzy antennas, and the way he walked was somewhat comical, the lifting of his back legs with each step. Could this little thing be a mosquito? He sure looked tiny. I put my finger on the chair about 2 inches away from him….and he changed his walking direction. Onto my finger he climbs, and he starts trying to JAB me….repeatedly and without remorse! Oh no you don’t! I shook him off and took him to the door in a paper towel trying my hardest not to squish him. My redemption….I hoped karma would forgive me for my temporary insanity the night before. I open the paper towel, and out he goes, floating to the ground in a mangled mess. DOH!
Well I tried.
I’ll leave the bug zapper to Bryan. You will find me huddled in a corner during the next attack, cleaning my karma….

Friday, July 28, 2006

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