The Sad Case of the Bathroom Mosquito

Jo Danilo

In the last few weeks, I’ve been kept awake by a multitude of marauding mosquitoes. They suck so much of my blood I’m always surprised to find I’m alive in the morning, and that the mosquitoes still look so tiny when they should have the most bulbous of bellies.

But, despite this nasty, nightly feasting, I can’t help feeling sorry for Morris the Bathroom Mosquito.

Don’t get me wrong; I hate the little buggers as much as anyone. As concrete proof of this, here is a poem a teenage version of me, driven half insane with fury, wrote in the middle of the night on a holiday in Wales with my friend, Sophie.

The poem goes like this (it’s not going to win any literary prizes, that’s for sure :-D) :

I hate Mosquitoes
Proof that I hate mosquitoes

And for further proof, here is another excerpt from the same holiday diary.

Mosquitoes
Further Proof that I Hate Mosquitoes

But, even so, I still can’t help but feel sorry for Morris the Bathroom Mosquito…

Every time I go in, I’m quick about it. I don’t hang around in the bathroom like I do in the lounge or bedroom. It’s a place for hurrying – if you take too long, the rest of the family get cross. So it’s a quick up and down to the toilet, or a speedy jump in the shower before someone sabotages the hot water flow by washing-up in the kitchen.

And every time I’m in there, Morris the Bathroom Mosquito does his very best to get to me in time. To grab a micro-sip of blood or two before I can get away. But he never quite makes it. His buzzing noise sounds weak and broken. He limps through the air like a helicopter with engine trouble. Little Morris is fading away before my eyes.

So next time, I might just put aside my well-documented hatred of mosquitoes, roll up a sleeve, and save a starving mosquito called Morris.

And here is the lesson for the day: YOU SHOULD NEVER NAME A MOSQUITO

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Writer. Designer. Mother. Yorkshire Lass.

12 Comments

  1. hello Jo Bracket
    Sorry to say (and I really am!) that it ain’t (that is, isn’t) a mosquito. It’s a daddy longlegs. Not known to bite (they’re attracted to the light), just very buzzy and annoying! Just finished Blackwood, and I loved it (really!). Malcolm

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    1. Ha ha! It was definitely a mosquito, Malcolm – tiny little thing with a gigantic buzz – but the picture might not be (stock photo). I have been pulled up for giving it a boys name though as apparently it’s only the ladies that bite! So glad you liked Blackwood (really!). Be great to have a wee review on my Blackwood page if you get a mo. I’m shocking for not sorting out my other book for you, but I have changed the release date, so will get onto it!!! Jo xxx

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  3. Bzzzzzzzzzzz! It’s one of my annoyances since moving to NZ that we can’t enjoy the garden more cos of the little blighters. We have one of those Raid sprayer things on the stairs which seems to keep the whole house clear of them though (hooray!)…but venture out and have the foolish inclination to stay still and you’re dinner! In the words of S Club 7…don’t stop movin’. 😄

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      1. Haha! 😄 I don’t think I’d go quite that far…I hate the wet winters here (more than the mosquitoes) where it’s colder inside than out. Crazy place.

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      3. You said it, but I’d settle for insulation and double glazing…I don’t think you’d need the heating then…especially in your neck of the woods.

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