Little suckers.

This post was supposed to be inspirational, lovely, or with some sort of epiphany of what this blog would grow to in the near future.

I tried, really.

However, the failure to achieve so can be (kind of) justified: A horde of little, incredibly annoying mosquitoes kidnapped my zen-ish state of mind, and the serenity I needed to gather together a coherent set of ideas into a few paragraphs.

I know it sounds like "oh wow, she prefers to talk about mosquitoes rather than actually writing a post, what a lazy bastard". Seriously, I lost it. And if you live in a really moisty-hot weather you've got to know what I'm talking about.

Not a long time ago, my body was a bug-proof shield that would repel those suckers out of my space ratio, biting pretty much everyone around me but my own flesh. It felt like a superpower, as if I was invincible.

But one day, I'm just sitting there, writing and fixing and trying to come up with several good ideas when, all of the sudden, a group of those flying little creatures from hell came up on me and... well, they practically gangbanged me mercilessly.

I had a fan working, but those bugs (whom looked more like small baby birds than mosquitoes) seemed to defy the laws of nature, meaning that when a fan is on, mosquitoes are meant to go away.
The blood vacuums blatantly ignored the machine and kept on their food quest.

The food was right there. Me.

I was all ready for them to feed from my seemingly endless supply of blood, and when wearing shorts during the hot weather really did sound like a great idea, at the moment it was the worst thing I could possibly come up with. I was vulnerable, and waiting for the worst mosquito attack I've ever had in my short nineteen years of life.

During the battle, my hand aimed to their devil-ish bodies but, since my aim really really sucks, I only ended up hitting myself just enough to leave my skin all red and itchy. I could almost hear them laughing at me and saying "That bitch ain't got nothing on us!!! (add macabre laugh)".

By the end, after three or four horde attacks later, I was in a horribly bad mood, just too tired of running through the dining room-kitchen, and on the edge of insanity. Mosquitoes 1- Anahí 0.

However, a bright, medium sized spray can appeared right in my eyesight, sort of hidden between a bunch of papers and books. A bug killer. My beautiful ray of hope.

I run and took it and shook it and started spraying all over the place. It smelled like victory.

Just a few minutes later, all I could hear was my fan and the sound of what peace and success might sound like. The bugs were gone. For now.