Last night as I was lying in bed reading (part of my pre-sleep routine), I could hear the faint sound of mosquitoes, buzzing around in the distance, before trying to get their blood feast. I would read a half a page, before I started to hear buzzing getting closer. Then I would pick up my mosquito zapper racket which I had laid beside me, and when I finally spotted the attacker I would electrocute it. Once the mosquito had been transformed into smoke and ash by the zapper, I would pick up my book and continue reading.
Before long another bloodsucker began buzzing around hoping to catch me unaware, but it too suffered an electrifying demise. This series of events happened two more times. I figured I had eliminated all of the irritating pests in the room, so with some relief I put the mosquito racket down and got back to my reading.
I was enjoying the storyline, when once again I heard the irritating buzz of yet another mosquito. I put the book down, grabbed the zapper, lay very still, and carefully watched the space in front of me, waiting for the intruder to show itself. When I did finally see it, it flying too high for me to swat. That left me somewhat frustrated, because I wanted to zap it without having to get out of bed. Then something miraculous happened.
As I watched mosquito flying closer to the ceiling, suddenly it seemed to stop, suspended. It began twisting and squirming in place, and then I realized what had happened. It had gotten all tangled up in a spider web that was hanging from the ceiling. I know I should be more conscientious about cleaning away the spider webs on the ceiling, but in this instance, I was happy I had not. I felt indebted to the spider that saved me the trouble of killing that last mosquito in the bedroom.
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