Is it normal if, say, quite hypothetically of course, a mosquito bite drives a person absolutely bonkers with fury? The fury which consumes your every single breath and singes every brain cell for the entire evening? That kind of fury which, despite conscientious efforts on your part to disengage yourself from it, drives every thought process towards that moment you felt your blood sucked out of your body, towards the moment you saw the perp happily feasting on the nectar that is your blood, at which point you slap it so hard that left a print on your leg, towards the moment you felt something in your gut twisting with rage staring at the flattened mosquito carcass in the pool of your own blood stuck in the middle of your palm? Is it normal? Just wondering, is all.