When I got home last night there was a blackout thanks to KPLC. That was not the problem as such since I had candlelit everything. See there is no better time than when there is blackout and all is quiet to the point where sounds you normally don’t hear seem to permeate through the walls in some special diffusion (was that the point of high concentration to points of low concentration?) the likes of conversation between neighbors.
I have a tendency of killing without fear or prejudice all mosquitoes within my reach and that of my odorless doom. Despite the fact that they claim that its odorless, it irritates my nasal like heck am left in fits of wheezing and sneezing. I have a feeling that the Mosqi Rights Association had called a meeting with yours truly as the agenda and her destruction f the species. I must confess that I do take pleasure in mosqi hunting, picture this me with a slipper on one hand and doom on the other.The slipper is for those near and the doom for those without reach. Lately I have noticed that I no longer see their light weight carcasses anymore all that is left are bloody marks.
Last night it seemed as tough a troop of mosqi army and reserves had been deployed and a few form their kiganjo on attachment since the buzzing was unceasing. I could hear the buzz harmoniously sounding like “You killed my brother dieeeee”. I could see a whole legion of ninja mosqis leaping,appearing and disappearing behind puffs of smoke like in those Jackie Chan movies.
Eventually I gave up on swinging the slipper and finally the last doom ran out. Having saved the best and last, I unleashed what the atomic bomb was to Hiroshima, am smiling smugly and unleash my mosqi net ti hi hi hi and am thinking suckers! Now am good to sleep and live to fight or is it die another day.