MOSQUITO STORY IN TWO PARTS
If you knew me personally, there would be no doubt the following is true. Beginning last Sunday, I was kept awake by a softly humming voice from a single mosquito in my bedroom. He kept whirring about in darkness until I thought he was asleep. (Actually he whirred until he thought I was asleep!)
Next came the 'ear game'. In which ear would he play that high-decibel tune now? This battle-for-bed continued for two more nights. I became all-day tired, stayed sleepy, and was definitely off my happy routines. Peeps said to me, “Where did all your enthusiasm go?”
Ah! A bright shiny-white new ceiling fan will do the trick! Trick was to install the damn thing. A bit--a lot--of plaster fell on my bed as the old (long-dead) fan fixture loosed from the ceiling/attic. Me: hoping that the whole ceiling would not cave in.
END PART I
Being the clean-sort of guy, I gathered all those plaster pieces and whatever else, ensconced a couple shovels-full into a nearly-filled plastic trash bag, and dragged the bag all through the house. Then it was I discovered it had several slight holes. You guess! Fine, sandy plaster stuff left a trail all through the house.
Being the clean-and-dumb sort of guy, I swept all those particles again, dumped them (again) into a plastic bag already filled with trash. You guess (again)! Yesss (again) right into the same bag, with the same leakage, with the same result.
I can say with memory intact, one of the first sayings I heard in Alcoholics Anonymous meetings was, “If ya keep doing the same things, you will probably achieve the same results.” And I remembered thinking, now just how stupid a remark is that? (Stupid is as stupid does.)
END PART II
The mosquito? He is in heavenly happiness on earth, swirling around in his private wind-tunnel. The male pronoun I have used because I was not bitten by 'him'. Male mosquito does not bite humans (I call him "no-prick"!)...only females need animal blood. (Bet that someone who is reading this did not know that?)
The fan works perfectly, I keep it on 'low' because all the old western-and-Mexican movie-drinking holes had a couple ceiling fans twirling ever so slowly. I found that is more cool a setting than 'high'.
All this began with a single mosqui...mos...ZZZZZzzzzzzzz!
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