Let me tell you the story of how I almost lost my mind… to a mosquito.

It started at 1:47 a.m. I was lying down, just about to enter that sweet stage of sleep where you don’t even remember your name. Then I heard it.

“Zzzzzzz...”

At first, I pretended like I didn’t hear anything. Maybe if I ignored it, it would go away. Big mistake. The buzzing got closer—right by my ear. Missed.

That’s when I knew: this wasn’t just any mosquito. This was a trained assassin.

So I got up, wrapped myself in my blanket like a burrito warrior, turned on the lights, and prepared for war. I flipped pillows, waved slippers, and did acrobatic moves I didn’t know I had in me. At one point, I swear I made direct eye contact with the mosquito. It winked.

By 2:30 a.m., the score was:

Mosquito – 1

Me – Humiliated, sweaty, and wide awake.

The worst part? I never found it. I eventually gave up and went back to bed with one eye open. I don’t know if I slept or just passed out from emotional exhaustion.

Moral of the story? Mosquitoes are proof that size doesn’t matter when it comes to chaos.