I am not a mosquito hater. I recognise that by sucking my blood you are simply trying to support your family. It is true that I think you could perhaps choose other more constructive ways to make your living - air ambulance for injured ants for instance, and yes, if I am lucky enough to spot one of you fuckers buzzing around me ready to strike then of course I will crush you between my hands, paint my face with the blood of the animals you have already bitten and dance round a bonfire chanting 'death to all of Satan's winged vampires' - we are animals are we not? War is in our blood. But we are not enemies. We may not see eye to eye but we can exist alongside each other as long as we have respect for each other's dignity. And here is the issue.
On the night of 22nd July you bit me on the arse. Twice. I mean, WHO THE FUCKING SHITHEAP DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? WHO THE ARSING BASTARD HOLE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? YOU FLYING LEECH. YOU SUSPICIOUS CRUMB IN A PAIR OF Y-FRONTS. WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING? YOU PHYSICAL EMBODIMENT OF STALE BODY ODOUR, YOU.
You maggot in a rotten maggot.
Bite me almost anywhere (not the crutchal region obviously) and I will shout a little, swear to destroy your family maybe, but I will eventually move on. These pain au chocolat's won't eat themselves, I'm a busy man. I'll have forgotten about it by my second bottle of breakfast wine. But bite me on the arse? Oh no. Not acceptable. It is this attitude of putting your own base desires ahead of other peoples dignity that is destroying this world. And it won't do. And because of this it is with much sadness, but ultimately with a nobility far beyond what you, a stupid mosquito, could comprehend, that I am going to set fire to my garden, and I suggest everyone else does the same. #setfiretoyourgarden