Oh the dreadful, absolutely atrocious flying blood-suckers! Why must they rob me of a peaceful night's sleep?! Because of them, I was kept awake in the wee hours of the night, listening to its annoying dance. And thus, I woke up late the next morning, disheveled and grumpy, with so many painfully itchy bite marks on my whole arm. Can't its kisses be sweeter? Now my arm resembles a mountainous region of angry red bumps amidst a hairy grass plain. Oh how the swells itch and sting! Tsk tsk, how could evolution miss such a creature?
