The Stage is Set

The stage is set… there sits a girl (might I add a relatively pretty lass) on a bed…not aware that in 5 minutes. …her life will change forever..

The room is your average urban room brimming with furniture, photographs and also a computer….

10.30-the girl eyes the computer and a sigh escapes her as she turns back to her book….further scrutiny of the cover tells us it’s a sociology book…

10.30 and 5 seconds later…the universe stops to ponder why any living thinking creature would wile away precious time in the contemplation of sociology

10.30 and 6 seconds later…the universe realizes it couldn’t care less

2 minutes and many more sidelong looks later a buzzing sound is heard…the girl who has been longing for a distraction raises her eyes…the grotesquely impossible has been chiming the refrain ‘I-am-possible’…she can see a mosquito…

She rubs her eyes…hoping it’s an optical illusion...praying that it isn’t true…but God, it seems, is on a post-dinner break (tsk tsk…all those hours of talking to a fire for nothing murmurs the lower-left side of her brain whose only function is to produce the sensation of ‘what if…’)

Ohh…wait…now there are two of them… she lifts the pillow that’s been supporting her behind and about 45 more lift themselves up in an ecstatic frenzy at being discovered …‘someone should really tell them that if you’ve bothered to hide yourself you must display enough delicacy and look reasonably dismayed when discovered’ interjects the upper-right side of her brain (who is just discovering the power of unexpected interruptions)…

Her eyes flash and somewhere far away a dog howls into the night…(the next day his owners dig up the garden and bury something that looks suspiciously like a dog who was used to howling into the night)…she turns her attention to the relatively inconspicuous instrument which was plugged into the wall…its red light is on…momentarily stumped she continues to stare at what is popularly called ‘All Out’…the avenger of all red bite marks that haunt pretty models in the morning and also those who aren’t pretty models but your average unattractive members of the human species…

She makes her way on all twos… (she would have liked to make her way on all fours but that would take up too much time)…and shakes the aforementioned…no swishing of the poisonous liquid greets her…’arrghhh’ she thinks in despair…the lower-left side of her brain dances around and even passes some gas…Aristotle turns in his grave… (Because his tummy feels a little upset)

She turns back and the mosquitoes buzz around her…only too aware than her blood is theirs…they will suckle her arm like the famous flea in Donne’s poetry…they look forward to the sexual intercourse that will follow… (someone also forgot to deprive them of the 16th century idea that sex is not just the mingling of liquids…another tsk tsk….if only they had access to the lower-left side of the brain)

She bends down and the insects in question rummage around for mosquito ‘protection’…tiny lip licking and even a few enterprising crunches later they move in…so-to-speak for the kill….

The first one leaps up and lands just a few inches to the right of the left hand… ‘big mistake’ it thinks right before everything goes black…SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT….

15 SPLATS…7 claps and 2 almost miraculous lunges later the presumed 45 but actually 17 mosquitoes aren’t left nursing their battle wounds…stripped of honour producing wings… wrung of blood (the girls, before she could kill them)...and squished of life..

The girl stands triumphant….uncaring about the war she has started and avengers this night has given birth to…

There she stands….armed with a notebook…the vanquisher of all that that is evil on 4 mini easy-to-squish wings…

Humans truly dominate the insect world…

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(A semi-autobiographical story by yours truly!...:D)
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