Death from the skies
Mood: tired
Listening to: noisy fan-new weapon
Africa. Land of darkness. Particularly after sunset. Its is then, above the din of frogs, crickets and night birds, that you hear them.
At first one thinks it is a thin whine coming from the computer lazily left on. Then it gets louder, closer almost in my head--------------MOSQUITO. No more than one-thousands!
I stick most of my southern regions out from under the sheet as a decoy. Alas they are CO2 freaks. Round and round the ears at full throttle. Minature Blackhawks they cause a definite gust as they pass, engines screaming. Must counter-attack. Light on. Rolled up socks to hand. Wham on roof. Red smear. Didn't even feel that one had alraedy got to me. Silence. Light off. Dozing off.
Do I hear a faint whine?
