The morning after Darwin

I woke up with bite marks all over my body,except the face. Something had a feast and I was the dish.I could see no flying object in my cabin,smothered myself with soothing cream and gave it no further thought,even though was keeping an eye around me.

Two mornings later I knew I had a problem,red blotches all over my torso and my lips had acquired the shape of a trout pout.

Still I could see nothing.

In the evening a tiny blood-sucker, slightly bigger than a moth, greeted me by the door flittering about happily, his dinner was coming! Not if I can help it! We were chasing each other til midnight and I won! In the morning I could not believe my eyes,another bleeder.He had the moves, I had determination.

Still I could not hit him.And then I thought to use my brain,spread a blob of honey on a tissue and placed it on a bed.After lunch I could see a tiny spot on the tissue.The blood sucker was dead.