Monday’s blog was about paying attention to how we react to a seemingly insignificant insect bite. Mosquitoes make their presence known, we deal, sometimes violently. Smaller, quiet gnats don’t bother everyone. They love me. They flit, they nip, they escape my slaps and ignore my fighting words. Others don’t notice or claim these personal attacks are in my head. Wrong. Gnats are silent tiny missiles whose sole purpose seems to be to ruin my day, my peace, and my ankles.
Mosquitoes and gnats are laughable problems in the grand scheme of things. Of course, I can survive their annoyance, but my counter attacks can be overkill. Typically, I’m calm, collected, not easily rankled. If I find myself throwing a book across the room to squash an invisible irritant while letting loose a string of made-up epithets, I will miss the mark. Partly because I am a bad aim, but mostly because the tiny pest is not the target of my frustration and anger. In case you missed it, mosquitoes and gnats are a metaphor for the small things in life that get under your craw. Swatting to the death may be a clue that we are perhaps at war with the wrong pest.
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