A slight itch on my foot, I saw something twitch from the corner of my eye, I smacked.

There it was. On my palm, its carcass splayed across it, together with a slight smear of blood. My blood…

I vengefully prodded it and squashed its still form, more blood splatted out. My bloodthirst has been sated. It felt oddly satisfying.

I have battle scars to show, although I’ve emerged as the victor. Three huge bites.

Even though I knew it’s not Aedes (which attacks its unsuspecting victims in the day), but the bloodsucker had caused me much discomfort.

A good night’s sleep is in store.