Maxwell v. Mothra

So it's kinda hot here with no AC. I know I said it wasn't a problem before, and it wasn't. But now it is. It's about 35 C here each day, which is 95 F. No AC. Not even fans. And I can't open the windows or else I'll be marauded by the most vicious mosquitoes I've seen since Ft. Benning.

Two nights ago I began the war by killing 15 mosquitoes. I felt pretty proud of myself, but I was using crude weapons, mostly just clapping them. I had to retreat into the other room to sleep because this room had been overrun, but I would not go out quietly. I moved to reseal the windows, but the mosquitoes tried to head me off at the larger window by sending in their most fearsome creature. I have dubbed it Mothra, an homage to the Godzilla movies, if you're not familiar. I kid you not, this mosquito was larger than my passport. I could hear it buzzing from across the room with over the ear headphones and music running. It even moved up into my bunk area. This is when I knew the battle was lost for the night. Retiring, I closed the doors and forced the mosquitoes into either cannibalism or starvation and planned to return ready to fight the next eve.

On the 13th of July, the war heated up. Windows remained sealed this night, but the buggers kept finding ways in from downstairs, even with the door shut. Clearly the ones that I trapped in my room last night had scouted for weak points before their demise and reported back to the main effort. I had of course upgraded my arsenal to include an empty soap box and sprite bottle. The box was perfect for crushing the sneaky buggers who liked to sidle along the wall, and the bottle served as my main weapon to swat the beasts right out of the sky. It made a satisfying ping and allowed me to chase them to the carpet to finish the skirmish. I have yet to return to my bunk, and also have no sign of Mothra's corpse. Perhaps it escaped. I feel this conflict can see no resolve until one of us is defeated.

Casualties here high yesterday. Mosquito bites numbered in the near dozens, but so did their losses. No fewer than 33 mosquitoes have been slain in my room alone to this point. The wretches have made no advance this night.

The eve is mine! Carpe Noctum! Revel with me and relish the sweet reward of a Radler!