Hot, hot, hot!
Another mosquito interrupted what was, otherwise, a good sleep under AC-cooled conditions.
Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! I HATE MOSQUITOES!
I was up at 3 a.m. and searched high and low for any sign of a mosquito. I had been bitten twice...once on the arm and once on my back.
When I could not locate the beastie, I had a brainstorm. I took a bottle of Campho-Phenique (which is rather odoriferous) and dabbed a bit on various points of my body. I took a chance on that being a deterrent.
It worked. I slept soundly until the alarm rudely awakened me.
As I was doing my daily ablutions, I spied (in the bathroom mirror) the varmint hovering over my left shoulder, ready to make a landing. I smashed that little sucker into oblivion. And as small as it was, I had a nice reunion with my purloined hemoglobin before washing it off my hands.