The little bastards !! How do they know and how do they communicate ?
It’s like this: I went to Chatuchak and took some photos with my new D300 + frickin’ expensive lens and was more interested in the zapping noises coming from the tennis raquet type thingys that loads of Thais were selling out of boxes.
Mosquito killers ! Fantastic. Sign me up !, so I bought one of these tennis raquets after watching the sellers demonstrate a few hundred times, the zapping noise it makes when something gets between the meshing. Not only does it make a zapping, cracking type sound, it makes a spark and I was like a kid in a store when they first see someone dressed up as Santa. “look mummy..look !”.
So, I have one at home. Fully charged and I’m ready to do some huntin’. But there’s a problem, the little fornicators of they that gave birth to them, clearly know what the damned thing does.
I’m not kidding when I say that they taunt me. They flitter around in front of my face as I watch TV or do some work on my computer and as soon as I jump up and get my bat, they’re gone; leaving me a flailing idiot swatting at thin air as if I were playing Federer himself.
If I could magnify the little buggers I’m sure they’d be flicking me the bird.
To date, I’ve mashed two glasses, knocked the phone off the hook and fallen over the coffee table.
I swear that this raquet is going out the bloody window and I’ll resort to slapping myself every now and then.
How to calm down after a failed swatting session: Put on Jigsaw by Marillion and turn up the guitar solo or download a song by Royksopp called: What Else is There (Mark Stagg Radio Edit)…. there’s only one way to listen to that….hehehehe
you got a D300! join the club man!