I often ponder the meaning of life. Today, I think it might just be to perplex and torment souls like mine with the absurd. Like, why on earth did mosquitoes decide to invade Iceland now? Why not something less annoying like rainbows or unicorns?
The invasion started bizarrely. Tom Waspkiller, a supposed bug lover (or public enemy, depending on who you ask), discovered the bloodsuckers. His ingenious strategy involved a rope drenched in red wine - because, why not? Generally, this merry method lures moths who apparently can't resist a good Cabernet.
But last Thursday, as Tom inspected his alcoholic trap, he spotted an odd winged fiend hovering around. Sending a snap to his buddy, Dave Debug, a legend among bug spotters, confirmed the horror: mosquitoes.
Yes, three of these party crashers, two girl mosquitoes and their male companion, now officially party in Iceland. "This is the first time," wrote Debug in an email that probably broke the hearts of all Icelanders. No more bragging about being mosquito-less at dinner parties. Gone. Poof. Just like my will to live sometimes.
And as I pen this down, I muse over my lonely existence, much like being the last man on an island... now shared with mosquitoes. What's the point in going out if I'm just food for a bunch of freeloaders? Oh well, at least when I die alone, it won't be quiet. I'll have the buzzing of mosquitoes to serenade me to the other side.
Based on the original article "Iceland Says It Is No Longer Mosquito-Free".
