Mosquito madness

We have a policy in our house, where we shut all the doors and windows as the sun goes down, or shortly afterwards. If we don’t, we know we will be attacked in our bed, later. Sometimes we forget and it is well after dark before everything gets shut up. I didn’t think we were that late yesterday, but soon after turning off the lights, that incessant humming began.

A quick flick of the light switch and a search for the pesky creature proved futile. Off with the lights, just about asleep and away she goes again. (It is the female ones that require the protein). This time, I was more successful and squashed one up against the skirting, where she had been resting. Another attempt to go back to sleep and now it was Stephen who felt the aggressive little creature vying for her fix on his arm.

There is nothing more frustrating when trying to get to sleep, to hear that humming. I have found the mosquitos wait until there is silence, usually when one is just about to drift off, before they make their move. All this does is wake one back up again. And I have found they are worse if they enter while one is watching tv, reminding us we haven’t shut the doors yet. These early ones are super aggressive and don’t take any heed of arm slapping, swooping constantly in for the kill, time and again.

I did read somewhere where mosquitos prefer O type blood, mine, and this seems to be correct as it is usually me that they go for, so I was pleasantly surprised that they seemed more interested in Stephen last night. I have a mild reaction to their bites, the area becoming hot and incredibly itchy for about a day, whereas I don’t think Stephen notices them at all.

We have been meaning to buy a screen so we can keep at least one window open at night, but already the temperatures have cooled so that probably won’t be necessary until next summer.

There is another thought as well, and that is, that everything around us is symbolic. What are these little nuisances trying to tell us? What other little nuisances are occurring in our life? Or perhaps it is not that complicated. The mosquitos are hungry and require protein. I am a good source of that.

And let’s be thankful, at least our New Zealand mozzys don’t carry malaria.