“Come on then! I’m right here!”
I’d seen this work in action movies.
“What are you waiting for?! Come and get me!”
It’s always the climatic part of the movie. It’s the tipping point where the hero is un-able to take it anymore. He is tired, he is angry, he is beaten and bruised and he is calling the villain out for the final show down. It’s the battle that he knows he won’t walk away from but he has reached that point where he does not care anymore. He is determined to give it his all and that one way or another… it ends.
And here I was, having my heroic moment.
“Tonight we end this once and for all!”
I had reached my tipping point.
“Right here! Right now!”
I was not going to allow this anarchy and injustice to continue.
“What are you afraid of?! I’m right here!”
I was making a stand. I was calling out my tormentor, my enemy, my nemesis. I was calling out a mosquito!
“Come on you coward! FACE ME!”
I was sleepy, I was mildly irritated and I was itchy. It was a heroic image indeed. A heroic image of me standing on the end of the bed in my boxer shorts holding a novelty fly swatter shaped like a hand. Arnold Schwarzenegger eat your heart out.
Strangely the mosquito was not riled by my smack talk. There was no attack. There was no final show down where I could use my enemies anger against them. No. She was far too clever an opponent for that (only female mosquitoes suck blood). She was devious. She watched. She waited and in the morning I discovered fresh bites for my defiance.