Rain
This rain is taxing my optimism. More so the mosquitoes that have invaded my home – to the tune of more than a dozen this last week. I go from window to window in search of holes in the barricades. Screens intact I guess that they hop a ride on people, or slip in when the door is open.
I try to not harm any life unnecessarily, but verbally persuading them to leave has had no effect – on their leaving nor my spirits. A few sleepless nights due to late night blood sucking, and I have easily slipped into the role of mosquito assassin. I stop short at making notches in my belt or carving out a count on the dinner table, but Mosquitoes 17 (bites) VS John 12 (kills).
The last victim smeared bloody against my inner upper arm. The red streak left a long line like a hunters marker towards the carcass where the kill happened. A tissue had no effect in wiping away the evidence. The soap and water did the trick, while the successful kill lingered in my psyche. Some religions believe that the lowly mosquito will reincarnate into a higher being. I don’t know if that is true, but it provides some solace.
Perhaps tonight the mosquitoes have found other prey, and tomorrow the sun will dry some of this rain.
