The Hunter becomes the hunted

People..

After my last post glorifying my superiority over the wild creatures I have been targeted. Mother nature herself has sent a wraith to haunt me.

Climbing into bed last night, I was alarmed to see a shadow detach itself from my pillow and dart silently toward the dark, before I could react, like smoke it had gone...but I knew that it waited, I knew what it wanted.

I really hate mozzies

Especially the ones that target you when you have made the all too reasonable decision a lazy person must make...and not bother with the complicated array of anti-malaria pills I have been given.

Needless to say the critter struck a few times before its luck ran out at 2343hrs last night when is cannoned off my computer screen, was monetarily disorientated and then melded - for ever, into the soft pixels....

It struck gold in a vein behind my knee (aiming to disable me), I am stronger than that but I can only hope it was firing blanks - in a tropically deadly disease manner of speaking...

Like I said, I have been issued with a vast array of anti-malarial drugs, but being a lazy realist I decided early on that attempting to keep track of my intake would be an exercise in futility...I am as ever a hostage to fortune...

This is what could be coursing through my veins....


Yes, bad I know, noone needs that sort of thing wandering around the corridors of your body..

You think that is bad however, take a look at the Mozzie like creature currently buzzing around the corridors of power in London..


looks like a mozzie, acts like a mozzie...

actually a muppet....