Storytime...

Last night I was sitting in Einstein's, drinking my peppermint steamer and attempting to finish Dallas Willard's Renovation of the Heart for my seminary class, when suddenly a large mosquito landed on my cozy fleece shirt. While he sat there for a second I silently said to him, "What on earth are you doing here? It's snowing outside and it's freezing cold. Shouldn't you be gone by now?" And so I shook my arm at that, and he flew away in an instant.

How is it that mosquitoes still exist in the winter? I just don't understand...they better not be carrying some gross disease, that's all I have to say! I even have a bite on my left arm from another mosquito incident. Weird!