You must be wondering why i am so obsessed with mosquitoes, well then let it be known that the part where i live, this obsession is more of a forced one and here mosquitoes are more obsessed with the human race.
With the arrival of summers, it becomes more of an everyday business. More like a war, an ever lasting war between humans and mosquitoes. Mosquitoes leave no end in sucking our blood, torturing us and we shake all the pesticides in order to take revenge.
If the summers have taught me anything it is to fight back. Yes, fight back the mosquitoes. With my hands. I will say it out loud, without fear, oppression or vanity even…that i have turned into a mosquito slayer.
My weapon? My hands. I have killed more mosquitoes with my hands than with any mosquito repellent. And no this is not even a joke. It feels as if the silly insect comes running, or in this case, gliding towards my hands…and WHHHAPPP…they lay there inverted–dead.
I am happy. Because this gives me the confidence to believe in myself. I have the bounty of calling my self a warrior. Now just imagine how i feel.
A sole warrior in the midst of the road, sole weapon–hands…moving stealthily and sniffing, keeping a vigilant eye on the enemy, because it can attack at any time. And upon finding the enemy, striking.
Now imagine how the mosquitoes feel! They feel threatened. They feel defenseless. They feel fickle, small and fast fading. They fear the mosquito slayer, because she brings along with her the message of death and destruction.
And every day…when the evening starts to take over—-i stand there brave and strong and whisper to the surroundings….*There is no need to fear, for the mosquito slayer is here!!*
The Impertinent Hyperbole 