Mosquito Net. I love you; I hate you.

Being in Costa Rica requires a certain amount of tolerance for bugs and creatures and critters.  That means geckos and lizards and ants and grasshoppers in you bedroom and bathroom and kitchen area. I can handle that.  But the one bug that can drive me out of my mind, even in Ohio, is the mosquito.   I think the Mosquitos here only bite me, Kasia and people taking HGH, because they are enormous.   I have learned to love my mosquito net, even though I hate it too.   A typical nighttime routine...

1.  Use the restroom before bed in hopes that I won't have to use it again during the night, disrupting the mosquito net.

2. Untie the mosquito net and secure it around the mattress so no holes are available for the bugs.

3. Grab the flashlight and get into bed, trying hard not to disrupt much of the net.

4. Lie down in the secured net. Turn off the light.   Goodnight. 

5. Hear the buzz of a giant mutant mosquito in my ear.  Note: this usually occurs within 2 minutes of getting comfy.  Turn on flashlight.   Hunt that thing down.  Kill it.   After many nights of this, you get used to blood on your hands.  It's ok.  I'm taking them out one by one. 

6. Sleep for a couple of hours. 

7. Kasia hears the buzz. Flashlight. Hunt. Kill.  

8. Shit, I should go to the bathroom.   The problem with this is the fact that I see about 50 monsters hanging on the outside of the mosquito net.  Must go pee.  I scurry through the net opening as fast as possible. Relief.  Return to bed.  

9. Begin again from step 3.

the mosquito net in our LazDivas casita.