We live on the third floor and are generally pretty bug free. Alas, last night was not ours. I hit the sack about 11:30 and within a few minutes my wife was groaning and yelling about mosquitoes. A moment later I could hear one.
In my sleepy state my mind imagined it way over by my wife (even though of course my ears would never be able to pick up their sound from feet away.) Then I imagine that it must have flown in front of me and I swat above my mid-section. Why I think this I don't know but as soon as I swat I realize how dumb my swat was.
Nothing. Quiet. I try to sleep. The wife groans again and swats.
This time thinking clearly I swat against my face. It must be near my ear for I can hear it and I'm not in the position to clap so I must squish him against my face.
Gross. Maybe I'm not thinking so clearly.
More trying to sleep. More buzzing. More swatting.
Nothing works. After a good swat they stay quiet for a bit. Just long enough to get comfortable really then it starts up again.
Eventually I turn on the light and find the sucker on the wall. Swat. Squish. Dead.
At last, now we can sleep.
Dang, another one. I turn on the light, find two on the wall and they go squish.
Lights out. Almost sleep. Buzz, lights, squish.
On this goes for an hour. I search the house looking for an entry point. The windows have been open all day but we have screens. I check them searching for small openings and find none. The bathroom screen had been up but Amy shut it yesterday afternoon.
I turn on a light in the kitchen hoping to move them in there. Then I shut the door. Then I shut out window and turn on the air.
We had been in sheets, but with the air conditioning we need a cover. Turn on the air and have to cover up. How's that for efficiency?
More buzzing. This last one is sneaky. He buzzes but when I get the light on he's not on the wall like the rest. I don't believe I ever got him, but about 1:30 I found sleep.
I woke up with several bug bits on my arm.