EEEEeeeeeeeEEEEEeeeee.
The sounds of the stalking insect that wants a meal of blood.
A quick grab of the mobile phone and the LED light on.
EEEeeeEe… Silence.
Irritation. It was close. But with that illumination, it went to the shadows. Sighing, I should get my eyes shut, allergies had driven the course of the day, I was careful not to get overloaded on Benadryl (Diphenhydramine hydrochloride, for those of you who are more generic oriented). Â My eyes ache from writing through the block I have had recently.
Light off, back to reading about various subjects.
EEeeeeEEEeeeeEEEee… getting closer. She’s baa’aaack…
I know who is going to die in the next novel.
Light back on, I’m going to catch that tiny vampire!
EeeeeEe… Silence.
Frustration…
Okay, I am smart? (Debatable.) Talented? (Ehh… Maybe. Anyone who wants to chat me up on G+ is welcome to do so and give me opinions on that.)
BUT clever I can be.
The average mosquito cannot fly faster than the gentlest breezes. 1-2 miles per hour. Flutterbys do better than that.
A ceiling fan produces a column of air  that disrupts the flight path of such a small, lightweight parasite.  So setting the fan on medium to assure the speed of airflow.
Light off, reading for another half-hour with ears open for the high-pitched whine of the stalker.
Negative contact: Air traffic all clear. HAH!
Now I sleep under more layers of blankets, secure that for once this spring, I have a plan that was successful.
Downside? Flippin’ cold in the morning, but all my blood is still mine, not some meal somewhere.
