As I am writing this, there is a mosquito hovering above my head, which looks, from my perspective, to be about the size of a Cessna light aircraft.

Had the university paid its pest control bill on time, I might be able to think straight right now. But as it is, I am struggling to type and wave away its straw-sized proboscis at the same time.

There are more flying around on the other side of the office. They are drifting this way. I only have a few seconds now..

My god, they’re coming for me. They’re huge. I’m–

Monday’s forecast: Don’t scratch it. You’ll only make it worse.