All through the night, they didn't allow him to sleep. Their tiny little stings from time to time kept his hand burning.
Irritated, he got up from his bed and flayed his hands all over like a mad man. Some of them were thrown away far, while some had their wings broken, but the others still remained to buzz in his ears.
With revenge on his mind, he got the killer spray out and sprinkled it all over his room.
Most of them died.
But the smell forced him out of his room too.
And once out, another army of the little monsters was waiting to welcome him with their spears.
There's no real proof as to who won the battle, but at the end of it all, he still didn't sleep.
***
Mosquitoes are really interesting creatures.
Their life is so short.
And the most important fact is that they know it.
And so, they try to suck as much blood as they can before they die.
Alas, that blood never goes with them when they die.
After all, no one has been successful in taking the treasures with them.
No one!
