...baby flesh. Or at least that was what mrs buzzy thought.
Gabe awoke from his nap with three red bites on the right side of his face. We thought it was the bed bugs again. (He's been getting some bites from our bed!!) But ever since we found out and kept him off, there weren't any fresh ones so it was quite mysterious how this trio came about.
I found out that night.
We'd put him down for the night and after giving him some time to get into deep sleep, I came in, switched on the lights and prepared to cut his fingernails. Guess who I found perched on the mattress three inches from his face? Yeah, it's her. No room for errors; one shot, one kill. It wasn't difficult at all. Cos' she was soooooo bloated with my poor baby's blood. I'd never seen so much blood in a mosquito before. It's almost like how juice bursts forth when you squeeze an orange pulp.
So it turns out that the buzzy irritant had a buffet. She dug her sucking device into my son's flesh, had her fill, flapped her wings a five-mosquito-bodies distance away, landed, kissed him again and repeated that stunt once more.
Urgh! How I hate mosquitoes!
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