This terrible flat has, gram by gram, more mosquito in it than human. I usually don’t get bitten much these days as the GF’s blood is clearly far sweeter, but both of us are tormented by the sound of mosquitos whining around our ears at night. Today we killed about 6 and 4 more emerged. I don’t understand where they are coming from, and the plug in things that are supposed to waft out a killer liquid aren’t doing anything. Very frustrating.
At least we have become reasonably adept at hunting mosquitos, knowing what times they are to be found resting on the ceiling, and how to twitch the curtain to dislodge one. The ceilings are splattered with mosquito corpses and smeared blood which the GF dutifully cleans up, but I am rather tempted to leave as is, a warning to future tenants.