The other day I had that rarest of prizes, free time. Mrs. Muttrox took the kids off for a couple hours leaving me alone in a quiet house. While reading a book (a disappointing one) I drifted off. The best kind of sleep. As Calvin says, “I like days where you sit under a tree and you look at the clouds and think about the sky and then you wake up from the nap.” I wasn’t quite asleep but I was right on the verge.
A mosquito buzzed. Just enough to make me aware of it. Inside my house. I languidly decided to ignore it. Live and let live. It landed on my ear. It bit me. I really need my sleep (I had been covering the kids for three days straight) but this s.o.b. bug is actually sucking my blood right now but if I hit it I’ll wake up and it will take me another 30 minutes to doze off again and everyone will be back by then… Which is more important? Protecting my lifeblood or protecting my precious naptime?
I whacked. Nap be damned, humans gotta keep their place at the top of the food chain.