So perhaps I need to recast my whole scenario. What happens if I just let the mosquitoes at it? What happens if I offer my blood freely? I stand quietly. I am immune to madness for twenty seconds.
They bite, and they bite and they bite. I am covered in welts and I itch.
So I might as well kill as many of the little bastards as i can. No tolerance. Minute victories in the satisfaction of destruction of a scheme that dooms us. Kill as many as possible however few and futile that is. Fight. Slap. Swat. Dance. Eat garlic. And mosquitoes are famous for hating smoke too, aren't they?
What in this world can we burn?
1. What is this really about?
2. Are the mosquitoes analogous to really tiny, impeccably turned out business people, with teeny wings?
3. Would you describe this post as optimistic, or pessimistic?
4. Should we contact the authorities?