Mosquito Madness

The Slovak mosquitoes don't seem to understand that they should be dead by now. They have infiltrated our apartment and are living it up with one last blow-out-party-till-you-drop feast on Glen, whom they have taken a particular affection to.

He now can't go to bed without slathering himself with his bug repellent stick and roaming through the apartment with a fly swatter, broom, and a crazed look in his eye.

He is very happy to be leaving for Italy tomorrow!