I went on cleaning. Partly inside, bedrooms and laundry and partly the guesthouse.
The guesthouse hasn't been used for some years.
The hunt for spiders and mosquitoes went on. The vacuum cleaner joined me.
It was the first time I noticed 3 different species of mosquitoes.
The noticed me too and attacked me (they must be in need).
At my front door, there was something that bit me in my right upper arm.
It terribly hurt. At first I saw nothing but later on, I noticed a piece of skin is ripped out. What kind of flying carnivore did that?
I wish they would ignore me.
Just like tax should. It eats you too, sucks you till you are dehydrated. Even than continues and doesn't know when to stop, keeps ripping you off. If only bones are left they sell them to make a profit out of that.
No cooking, no smoking allowed.
(This is my entry at the daily 5-minute freewrite with the prompt: tax. See @mariannewest).
