Amy vs the Mosquito

Kind of a random blog but it happened and I found it all very strange.
Of all the things to be happening to me on a quiet Sunday night after the day was spent lounging and watching movies, the last thing I expected was an all night battle with a mosquito! It's March for goodness sake! But it happened. And this is the story.
Bedtime fell around midnight which was pretty standard for a Sunday; the weekend spent partying meant later bedtimes on Sundays. After catching a solid two hours sleep I was woken up by a distinct buzzing in my exposed ear. The buzzing dissolved as I turned on the light so my only conclusion was that a fly had got too close for comfort. I proceeded to the bathroom (I drank a big ole cup of tea before bed) and talked to a couple friends on my computer before attempt #2 at sleep. 3:00am roles around and I'm still lying awake in my bed, my face squished providing the meat to a pillow and mattress sandwich. What comes buzzing my way yet again? That anonymous fly!! I switched on the light in a mad dash hoping to catch a glimpse of what was refusing to let me rest. Again, no sign. Frustrated and fully awake I sat on my computer to complain to some of my friends in the other time zones about my dilemma. Around 4:00am I am thinking the coast is clear to crawl under the covers and catch some zzz's before school. On my way back to my bed I noticed a bug on the window of my sliding doors. YUP. A mosquito. Somehow a mosquito has found its way into my apartment on March 4, 2007. At this point I notice a red bump developing on my forearm and feel the familiar itch. *sigh* I tried to take my revenge on the mosquito but failed to successfully swat him. He was now loose in my apartment. What happened after was not pretty. I'll save myself the embarrassment but you can imagine a crazed 23 year old woman marching around her apartment between 4:30am until 6:30am, peering into dark corners and shaking/hitting/swatting every object that occupied her apartment in hopes of finding a miniscule insect. At 6:30am I finally waved the white flag. I crawled into bed, encased myself under the comforter and proceeded to put my spare blanket over my exposed ear to muffle any potential buzzing. The result of all this? I woke up at 7:30am sweating profusely from having being suffocated under all the cotton. Three hours of sleep thanks to my mosquito and my obsessive tendencies.
I caught him on Monday night in my apartment and proceeded to squish him. Strange how on Monday the weather also dropped to -8 and snowed all day. No mosquito could survive that weather but even with my heat off and my windows open my buzzing friend was waiting to greet me after school. I always feel some remorse after I kill an insect but the swollen, itchy and red bite this fellow left me has left me indifferent.
Global warming is a nuisance though. +15 and mosquitoes one day. -8 and snow the very next day. Keeping in mind that was the 3rd snowfall Seoul has seen this winter season. Although technically it's spring here now. Hmmm...