Mosquitoes make me angry. They quietly touch down on my skin, stick a barb in me, and start sucking my life blood. Sometimes I feel a little sting as they bite. I look down and swat, slapping myself hard and spilling out a few choice words, but it’s too late. Even if I manage to crush the evil bug, he’s already bitten. The red spot and nagging itch are already an inevitability.
I tried to write this post outside, but I was chased inside by mosquitoes. Rarely life threatening, they are annoying, frustrating, creatures. One or two now and then are hardly noticed, but go to a place where it has been wet for a while, and you will suddenly be relentlessly attacked by swarms of them. They can bring misery into even the most beautiful place, just like some people I know.
We all know some mosquito people. They are the people who get under our skin and slowly suck our life blood. Pestering, annoying, biting and stinging, they eventually drive us mad. Of course, different things get under the skin of different people. Some may affect us strongly, while not affecting others at all. The same thing that can be endearing to one, can be annoying to another. To some people, maybe even I am a mosquito. Maybe sometimes that’s why I feel like I’ve been swatted.