weekday warrior

i've always been a little queezy around needles, so when i was approached by an abnormally large and agressive mosquito last night, i was terrified. 

i'm aware of the logic, or lack there of, behind this fear, but this guy was big, awkwardly big, and i swear he was carrying a bag of orange wedges, spot bandages, and donor cards. 

i dove for my closet, threw on the heaviest long sleeved fleece shirt, pants, touque, and mitts, grabbed a can of air-freshener and a large towel, and quietly crept back into my livingroom. 

i chased him back towards the screen door he'd obviously slid open on the way in, but he wasn't going for it. 

he just kept dive bombing me, fearless and hungry. 

i could hear his little mosquito lips smacking as he buzzed my temple and i fired off a blast of ocean fresh into the air above me. 

my heart began to pound and i was closing in, when i lost him against a dark wall. 

i started spraying randomly, forcing him into the open. 

he circled my head a few times before clinging to a spot light. 

i was tiring him out. 

i slowly wrapped my towel into a long whip snapping weapon and let it fly through the air in true indiana jones fashion, bringing down the light, the tracking, and the carcass of evil crashing to the floor. 

there's a large streak through the ceiling paint where he held on as long as he could before succumbing to defeat. a notch in my warrior belt, and a reminder to future intruders.

moot or hooey?

only the female mosquito will actually suck blood