It's summertime, and all living things are a-bustle. Especially living things with wings and an exoskeleton. Coming back from lunch today, we drove through a giant swarm of bees fiercely guarding a six-lane intersection. As if a tanker truck full of pollen suckers had overturned in the middle, and they had claimed the turf to found their own nation as Free Insects.
Meanwhile, mosquitos keep breaking into the house. In an always fatal error, some of them even enter my room. None of them has even bitten me yet, and only the very lucky avoid even a single swipe of my swatter. I am the goddamn mosquito apocalypse.
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I use an electric fly swatter. Sometimes when a particularly fat bloodsucker gets caught in the mesh, I press the zap button over and over again just to watch the bastard twitch and burn.
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