Welcome to yoonamania where I put down the nonsense that pops up in my head from time to time. Please do not expect to make any sense out of my blatherings. It's called nonsense for a reason. Nor should you expect to enjoy any good writing. My English sucks moose ass. But I don't really care since I'm sure your Korean isn't any better. Please try to keep your expectations low and just chill like potatoes... or beets... or parsnips. Oh and yeah, don't take it seriously unless you think I think you must.

Yours truly, etc. yoonamaniac

As the weather gets muggier and hotter, I see more mosquitoes around. I killed 13 mosquitoes last night. I guess the mosquito season is officially here.

All I can say is, Bring it on! I’m ready for the battle! You’ll never take me alive!!!!!

One day last week, out of nowhere, under the blue sky, this mosquito very quietly launched a sneak-a-bite attack on my right shoulder and upper arm area. I feel my blood being sucked out of me only half the time when the bloodsucking is in progress, and this mosquito knew how to insert her proboscis without arousing any other sensation in me. I realized I got bitten, not once, but THREE times, only after the mosquito departed, obviously about to burst from the feast. I was, and still am very furious about this incident and still nursing – read scratching until I bleed – the bite wounds. Only yesterday evening, I had the opportunity to get my revenge by squashing a pair of them mating and spraying two more with my trusty lemon scented Clorox cleaner.

I have a bad feeling about this mosquito season. I’ve been already bitten half as many times as I was the last season, and the full-fledged mosquito season is not even here yet. The score is pathetic. During the last season’s battle with mosquitoes, when mosquitoes’ score was about 4, my score probably was at about 500 or so. I’m more than a little worried that this year’s battle will not be as one-sided as the last two years. I need a new strategy… Anyone? Anyone?

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.

This one even landed on my hand and ready to inject the needle. I was too fast for her. Ha!

I killed my second mosquito of this year. Obviously even after 2 years of mosquito massacre, the word is not out to the mosquitoes to avoid this area yet. This thing was sizing me up looking for the right spot to insert her proboscis. So I snatched her in my left hand. I have to say, after 2 years of war with mosquitoes, I’m getting quite good at catching and killing mosquitoes in midair with my bare hand.