The word for 'mosquito' in Korean is 모 기 (Mogi, for those of you without Korean character knowledge). The Mosquito is known all over the world, and I dare say the most despised insect alive. Loving the mosquito would be like loving a politician; they don't love you back and in the end they just want to screw you for their benefit.

I used to not care about mosquitoes because they were just this nuisance at dusk near watery places. But now, oh now... I am on a mission from god to paint the walls with their blood, literally. What I don't understand is how they get inside the house in such numbers.
I think it's fair to assume that for every mosquito one kills, at least 5 more are in hiding. So last night when I killed 12 while sitting in the living room gave me some alarm. There was need for alarm too. I woke up at least 6 times last night to kill mosquitoes and with each awakening I slaughtered anywhere between 3-6 pests. Now I sleep in a closed room, and it just seems like if one is feeding on a sleeping body the others will emerge, but they suck in shifts apparently. How the hell could there be no mosquitoes one night in my room, and then a congregation of blood-thirsty inhumane water-borne devil incarnates? I want my sleep back.