You hear the buzzing.

That familiar sound can only mean one thing.

You try to stop the mosquito.

So you end up hitting yourself.

You cry because you hit yourself too hard.

You begin to wonder if you're that strong or just a wimp.

You gag at the blood on yourself from squashing the mosquito.

Is it mosquito blood or blood from another human?!

You realize that you were too late.

Even though you killed the mosquito, it still won.

Your skin begins to swell.

You can literally see the bump rising where you were bit.

The itchiness begins.

Oh, how it burns!

You tell yourself that you won’t scratch it.

I won't scratch it, I promise myself I won't.

You end up scratching it anyway.

The relief is amazing!

You get mad at yourself for scratching it.

You knew you would only make the problem worse.

The process starts all over again

Because where there's one mosquito, an army awaits.