The urban mosquito

The thought of mosquitos only existing when its hot out I know now to be a farce.  They don't care, at least not here.  They also don't care if I live on the ninth floor.  You think of mosquitos and you think of a warm summer night out camping.  You look just above your head and can see a shape shifting, polka-dotted mass of mosquitos hovering, waiting to strike.  You don't think anything much about it 'cause you put on some repellent and thats that, right?  At home in the summer you hang outside for beers and bbq and you have to be careful not to get bit too much before you remember to put on that repellent.  But you don't really want to because soon you will be safe inside and don't want to stink up the house smelling like OFF.  Well being indoors in Korea is not a haven, safe from the wrath of the mosquito, not in the least bit.  A few nights ago I woke up to that pestering bbbbzzzzzzzzing about my right ear and then it stopped.  "Where did you go you little fucker?"  I waved my arm about like man suffering from sleep deprivation and sudden bout of turrets.  I try to fall back asleep.  Bbbbbbbzzzzzz . . . stop.  "You sonofa . . .,"  followed by more frantic waving.  Bbbbbbzzzzzzz . . . stop.  By now I'm angry and nothing will put me to sleep except for the satisfaction of seeing his smashed, blood filled body between my fingers.  But I can't be bothered to get up.  I also know by now that mosquitos over here have the quickness of most flies.  The mosquitos back home are sloth-like.  You can nail the suckers fairly easily, with satisfaction every time.  But here they sense your giant hand coming and speed away with passed down ninja abilities.  The little shits.  This is what I call the urban mosquito.  Maybe they have their own mini mosquito Starbucks and fuel up before the evening starts.  Or maybe they just hit up the people sitting outside Starbucks before making the long journey across the street and up to my room.  "Hey guys!  This one had a grande quadruple latte!!"  "This one had a steamer, don't bother with him!  I'm heading right over, mister quadruple latte and then I'm headed across the street to pester that white guy with the kimchi in his fridge.  Doesn't he know that he's supposed to have a seperate fridge for that stuff?"  I was in and out of sleep for hours.  The next day I looked like the zombie in my halloween presentation I've been giving to my first graders this week.

I wonder if urban mosquitos have their own hipster versions?  What about metro-mosquitos?

Speaking of Halloween!  I'm showing the Charlie Brown's "The Great Pumpkin" to my first graders.  I'm stoked.  I'm sure they won't understand most of it.  But I'm going to write down a simple synopsis  and give it to them before the screening.    Then I'm going to have them read it before and after watching the show.  There are great scenes with little to no talking like my favorite where Snoopy gets on the roof of his dog house and has the whole dream about being a flying ace in a war (I'm still a kid).  Its great too because this week I gave a big talk about Halloween and then discussed jack-o-lanterns.  The opening scene to "The Great Pumpkin" is Lucy and Lionus picking out a pumpkin and then carving the sucker up.  Oh yes, good stuff.