I was quietly sitting reading my emails yesterday morning first thing when a mosquito casually and rather slowly flew between my face and the computer screen. Occasionally when they do that it's possible to squash them in flight with a clap. I missed. The mosquito landed on the window and before I'd had time to think I picked up a piece of paper and squashed the mosquito. Oh dear. It had obviously just had a large feed of blood. Given that I was the only blood source in The Cottage I assumed that it was my blood. Now there wasn't much but I did rather resent sharing it with a mozzie. More to the point I knew that, whilst I was unlikely to feel the sacrilegious (well I think my body's sacred) act of invasion by its blood sucking proboscis, it was likely to cause me considerable irritation later on.
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| The blood on the window. The scale is shown by the mozzie's leg. |
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| The blood on the paper I squashed it with together with the remains of the mozzie. |
I thought that there was a certain irony in the words on the piece of paper I picked up. I had written those words some time ago in relation to FWKTM. I never told her. I'm not sure she'd appreciate the bloody end the paper came to.
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Couldn't it be the mosquito's blood? Just a thought...
ReplyDeleteNo Frances. Insects do have a sort of blood but it differs from human and animal blood in that it has no red blood cells. In any case there was far too much of it. The female of some species of mosquitoes need animal blood in order to produce eggs. Not all species feed on humans. A few in NZ do.
DeleteThat's Art. You have missed a vocation.
ReplyDeleteLike it Adrian. It's as much art as Tracey Emin's bed.
DeleteMmm, looks a bit like something out of a horror movie. You certainly shouldn't give it to her now, anyway! :)
ReplyDeleteIf you live in many parts of the world Jenny seeing that could well mean that your death had already been decided. Millions die each year from diseases transmitted by mosquitoes. Fortunately (says I selfishly) not in New Zealand.
DeleteHave you found out where the mosquito bit you as yet? The sting site must be sore by now...that's a fair amount of blood.
ReplyDeleteI always take great pleasure in annihilating the heavy laden blood suckers when they're in flight, because they can hardly fly a foot off the ground, so it's so easy to get them then.
As it happens Virginia I had escaped: nothing has developed and that happened yeatersday. It had obviously come in out of the field where it had, presumably, been feeding on one of the cattle.
DeleteYou give a grim notice that our mosquito season will start in a couple of months.
ReplyDeleteYes. And when it starts.... I'm fortunate in that mozzies are not my nemesis. The little sand flies or no-see-ums are what seem to cause me the most grief here in NZ. In Scotland the midges are a severe nuisance but I don't usually react badly to them. I suppose it's what you are used to.
DeleteFWTKM... first wife that knew me?
ReplyDeleteFriend Who Knows Too Much. It's from the saying "You will always be my friend: you know too much."
DeleteDrama Queen... The mosquito, I mean ;-) This could easily have fitted into the art exhibition I visited recently with the shipwrecked themes... or would make an intriguing book cover.
ReplyDeleteYes, Monica, she was rather. Now immortalised.
DeleteJa dit had een heel bloederig einde.
ReplyDeleteHet was zeker.
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