The mosquito, I hate them.

Why is it that such a small creature can keep a big thing like me awake at night.

I buzzes in the ear in the small hours of the night.

The first thing I do is to wrap the blankets or duvet around my head and try and forget the beast.

But then I cannot breathe. It get too hot. I try and keep a small hole a gap so I can breath, but it does not work for long, and my ears and face become open to attack as the coverings drop away.

In my slumber I hear the mosquito attacking again, going for the ear as the buzzing gets loader, and I counter attack, with a swipe of the hand on my ear I wake myself up again. The mosquito must have been ready and dodged my attack, as I never kill it.

I get up, put the light on, and search the walls and ceiling, as after a counter attack they withdraw to a safe distance, watching and waiting.

If I am lucky I may see the mosquito on the wall, waiting for the next opportunity to get me. If I do, I get a towel, and with all my might, hit it. If there is no blood, I know it has not had me for dinner.

More often than not I fail to see it.

That is when I resort to germ warfare. I get the tin of mosquito killer. I spray it around the bedroom, under the bed, behind the wardrobe, on the curtains.

I'll get it.

The trouble is, I might have killed the mosquito, but now the bedroom is so full of chemicals, I can not sleep.

That is what happened last night. I am so tired, and I start another eight days of training.

Oh poo poo. (click)