Our house is a mosquito breeding ground and we can't quite figure out why. Every night without fail, a mosquito is able to infiltrate the mosquito net over our bed. Anyone who knows Okan, also knows he can't stand mosquitos. So he wakes up swinging and hitting at the net. I wake up with welts from the mosquitos. It's really not conducive towards a good nights sleep, which I already have trouble with sans mosquitos buzzing in my ears.
Last night, after about an hour of fitful sleeping and periodically turning on the light to find the infiltrated mosquito, I finally squashed it. It left a lovely huge blood stain on the net. My money is that it was my blood- at least based on my welts. The good news is that malaria is really rare in Rwanda and even so, we are on anti-malarials.
Maybe our next residence (wherever it may be) will be less of a mosquito hotel.
This reminds me of the one night I spent in your Galveston house getting eaten alive by mosquitos. Aaaaahhh - good times. :)
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