It’s mid-autumn in fresh York. The fact that my wife and I are being woken up every night by mosquitoes in our bedroom is legitimately a sign of apocalypseIn the midst of dire headlines and global horror,sometimes the greatest, most devastating terror strikes you legal in your domestic, or legal in your bedroom,in the middle of the night.
I was awoken the other night by an unpleasant itch on the bridge of my nose. In my dizzy half-consciousness, I brought my hand up to investigate and was jerked into a state of alarm by the all-too familiar whining hum of mosquito wings cruising past my ear. Related: Wasps may have stung me in the testicles – but I love them besides | Jules Howard Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com