I just wanted sleep. A long sleep. But he had other ideas and as soon as I lay down he began whining. Louder and louder, more and more insistent. I brushed him away. Again. And again. He refused to take the hint.
I couldn’t take any more. I hit him. Hard. And again and again. I was so angry I couldn’t stop. Finally, his lifeless body lay before me. And blood. Who would have thought there would be so much blood?
From one tiny mosquito.