I have not slept well the last week or so.  Its not because of bad dreams.  Its not because of eating the wrong food too late at night (my system is quite used to a handfull of Oreos at midnight).  And its not because of the fifty year old living inside of me.  No, its because of mosquitos.  I don’t see them all day.  But right when I lay my head on my pillow, they come out.  Although I really shouldn’t say “they”.  Its more like “her”.  I start to fall asleep, and the buzzing in my ear wakes me up.  I turn on my flashlight, see her for a second, and she’s gone.  She’s a ninja, I tell you.  A highly trained master of dissapearance.  And yes, she is a girl.  Only female mosquitos suck your blood.  Ironic, eh?  I think not. 

Around 3:30 she finally has her fill and goes away.  But then the dogs start barking again, then all the birds start chirping, and then Kathmandu wakes up with horns honking like its the end of the world.

But this will stop tonight.  I purchased my own secret weapon to combat the little ninja. The mosquito coil of death.

And I got a kick out of reading the box. “Do not place lighted coils near inflammable materials.” So I guess its okay to put it near flammable materials?

But then I looked up the word inflammable. It actually means, “easily in-flamed”. Am I the only one that thought it meant “not flammable”?