Under Attack

My bedroom is darkish. The only glow is from the screen on my laptop and the TV which is showing some program about Ultimate Fighting. *curse you Spike TV* Something is lurking in the shadows. I can hear it at times. I can feel it as well. I  slap at it, but it alludes me. I turn the lamp on. Don't see anything. Go back to looking at fashion boots on line.....


There it is again!


I freak out....start slapping my arm like crazy...it's a gianormous mosquito baring it's teeth! 

A mutant skeeter.....a mutant vampire skeeter...but not cute like Edward Cullen. Big, ugly, lanky skeeter. *Slap* *Slap* *Slap* I missed it. (How in the world could I have missed it?! It's ENORMOUS!)



Dear Lord, how am I going to be able to sleep now? It will surely eat me in my sleep. I'm all itchy now. I'm scared to turn the lamp off.  I hope I live through the night to blog again. If not, thanks for reading. Please have a party at my funeral. But don't invite the skeeter......