Mosquito coast

There are various traditional signs that spring is with us: snowdrops, daffodils, first calls of the cuckoo. Here, it is the first mosquito bite during the night. I woke up this morning with my right eye unopenable. A mozzie had paid attention to the blood supply in my eyelid.

Aiming with my one remaining opening eye, I sent a stream of lethal flyspray into the bedroom, closed the door, and hoped that insect carnage had begun.