It's like below freezing

Starting from yesterday there's been a dramatic change in our weather pattern - it used to always be gorgeously sunny and warm, and now we're overcast with a 30% chance we've already frozen our balls off. Especially in the short time it took to reach a temperature like this, it feels like it's below freezing.

And yet there are three fucking happy mosquitoes living in my room right now.

They've been there since maybe a week or so after school started. Perhaps earlier, but I never noticed them until I finally heard their buzzing drone while trying to sleep one night. And since then I haven't been able to stop hearing them. I thought they must not like shutting up when they're hungry. The day after their discovery, I cornered one of them and had a good look at how he was doing. I observed that they were actually fed quite well, and the newfound itching around my body was there to prove it.

Naturally, I went all Rambo-like and tried to hunt down every last one of the offending parasites. They're freaking hard to catch. They probably ingested the awesomeness-cells found in my bloodstream and turned into some kind of Sonic X-men shit. I ended up having to get mommy to help me but she simply waved her hand and caught like three of them in one go. She's so good at killing bugs. I wish I had her Master Wu-Guei skills but I'm too scared shitless to kill or even touch them. =_=

I finally slept a peaceful night after that, but I didn't expect it to be so short-lived. They somehow returned the very next night, and in greater numbers - there were five of them that time. And that was only in my temp. bedroom. There were two in my old room and one in my bathroom on top of that. I'm finding mosquitoes everywhere, both dead and alive. I was freaked out. It reminded me of that movie 300 (or the les bos episode of South Park xD) where Leonidas owned those messengers down the bottomless pit, but a few escaped to tell the super-lesbo-boss what happened. Well, the super-lesbo-mosquito was sure as hell pissed and sent like ten of her best annoyances down to avenge her dead relatives. (Lol who knows, maybe they did come in generations.) They also seemed bigger and stronger than before. My mom and I took forever catching them one night, after a couple days of them thriving in my house and I could no longer take the suffering, and when we thought we had conquered the last of them, I would contently go to bed only to have the high-pitched whining return somehow.

They're driving me crazy, and though I've killed a good fifteen or so in the past couple of weeks, I still don't like the thought of touching them, and can only cope by knowing the inevitability that the weather is cooling and they'll stop bothering me until next spring. (I don't recall ever having a mosquito problem in this house before, though.) The past couple of days has made that knowledge much shakier than before, and the hope I had for the near future is now dread for the present. The temperature is dropping significantly and it seems like everyone is dying out except for these damn itchy-nipple makers. D<

It's like below freezing and they're still here. I've only counted five of them today, in total. Three of which are keeping me company as I type this right now (maybe more). I'm still gonna keep telling myself that one day, very soon, they'll start going away. But until I assert myself to continue getting rid of them, or my awesomeness-cell count goes down, the time that they're still here will still make my life hell until they leave.