in which I decide to use the mosquito net.

So after the first few nights of sleeping under the mosquito net and waking up with it on my face or tangled in my legs or just generally suffocating me, I stopped using it. I'm taking anti-malarials semi-regularly and figured I would probably survive if I got a few bites at night. The annoyance of sleeping under a mosquito net outweighed the potential for malaria. But THEN. One night I was laying in bed chatting Paul on my computer before I went to sleep and I felt something on me. I brushed it off and then looked to see what it was. It was a fetching Nairobi fly. Harmless when alive, if crushed it releases an acid that causes wounds on the skin. So it was crumpled on the blankets and I had a panicked moment when I thought I had killed it and I was going to get an acid burn on my leg. Then it started to crawl and I breathed a sigh of relief, picked it up with a bit of tissue, snapped a death photo of it, and then crushed it in between layers of tissue. I also kind of sent several panicked messages to Paul telling him I was going to be wounded, but I woke up and there wasn't a mark, so....whew! But since then, I have been sleeping under the blasted mosquito net again, because there are worse things than a few mosquito bites.