it’s funny how   a complex and supposedly smart organism like man can be put under sever strain by something as small as a mosquito.

yet the other day, frustrated by problems with Netcool 7.2.1 at work, baked by soaring temperatures of the italian summer, and few more pressure elements I’d rather not talk about, I snapped and kicked an antique piece of furniture to pieces. that was after both my ankles had taken a sever 20 something hits from this single small mosquito hiding in the room.

for few seconds I nearly had it in my hand, trying to crash it, and yet she escaped.

I had a very unproductive day, I smashed an antique and I stormed out of the house to get me into the airCo into the car to cool down. and I didn’t even kill the bloody mosquito.

mosquito 1: me 0

Obviously it would have helped had I had my electric anti mosquito racket handy, it would have been different.

I have lost my hunting skills, and I am fully dependent on technology…