Just in case any of you where wondering about the karmic status of those little flying blood-suckers, the mosquito, they remain pure evil. In the last two days, they have found a way to get into the house and they have been eating up Christy like she is a chocolate truffle. I, the mossie equivalent of a Hershey's bar, have suffered less of their wrath.

I am not sure where they are getting into the house. My current theory is that they are going though the air conditioner, which happens to be right near the head of our bed. If it is not that then they are flying though our kitchen, rumpus room and office and then sneaking though the inch-high crack underneath the bedroom door. These are the fast-moving sea level types, so I would not put it past them.

In my camping supplies, I have some mossie coils, which do the trick but warn not to use indoors. As these coils were made in China in the 1980s, I heeded their advice yesterday when I found them. But when I was woken up at four in the morning today, I just wanted the wee buggers to leave so we could get back to sleep. Poor Christy had been awake since 2 a.m. getting bitten, and by the time I was roused she was not very happy. The coil came out, and I tried to get back to sleep.

Man, those suckers stick up the place. No wonder they tell you not to light them indoors, they reek like a late night game of Texas Hold 'em. Pretty sure they did the trick, but I am going to by some citronella candles today so I never have to smoke up my bedroom to get rid of those bloodsuckers. A quick googling tells me that the quarter of coil that I burned last night was the carcinogen equivalent of a half pack of cigarettes. Well, 4 a.m. solutions tend to be very handed, but it did get the job done. The bugs did leave us alone.

Further googling led me to this little jewel.