A mosquito bit me on the eyelid last night while I slept.
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It also bit me on the insides of both arms and on my left ring finger. I got out of bed and just sat there, for two hours, with a rolled up newspaper in my hand, waiting, eyes peeled for the slightest movement.
After a couple of fruitless ceiling swipes, I noticed the little fucker on the wall a foot away. I carefully smashed the life out of its little insect body, leaving a red streak (of my own blood) on the wall and a black streak on my karma.
I hate killing insects. Why did you have to bite me, of all places, on my eyelid, little fellow?
I look like I got hit with a soft brick.