Mosquito Dilemma (Narrative Paragraph)

I was astounded that mosquitos that live in campus are more intelligent than those that live in rural area.I was born in a small remote village in Sarawak,so it was common for us to experiance mosquito bites.They were easy to deal with as they lack of intelligence,which is of course I am refering to the ones who suck the blood out of my villagers.I came out with an idea of covering my bed with nets,which actually works without getting my hands dirty.I eventually believes that having the mosquito nets around me create a barier that isolate those blood sucking creature from my precious,sweet and sour blood.

Years later when I grew up,I had to leave my families to futher my studies in a university.

The very first night there, I hung up my mosquito net, and checked it carefully. After I had made sure that I had left no chance for those nuisances, I turned off the light and fell asleep. At midnight, I was woken up by an acute itching. I turned on the light and found a series of bulging buttons swelling on my back.

     “The disgusting mosquitoes!” I said to myself, “You sucked my blood; I want you to pay for it with your life.” I swore and searched all over the ceiling and walls of my mosquito net, but couldn’t found a single mosquito there. If it was in a rural area, the mosquitoes would stand in a conspicuous place with their stomach filled with transparent carmine blood, elegantly lolling and enjoying their success, waiting stilly for a judgment from my huge hand slapping. But now my enemies had escaped successfully before I could give them a fatal blow.

     I got frustrated and then lay back down helplessly. But I jumped up again not before long because I heard a light but very harsh noise of mosquito’s flying swiftly near my ears. My Dear! They had not yet gone. They were waiting for their second dinner! I turned on the light again and searched more carefully. However, I failed once again. This time I fetched a torch to search. Oh, my God! They hid themselves on the mat in a corner where it was difficult to find them. When I placed the light beam on them, they flew away swiftly and re-hid themselves. They were aware of imminent danger. 

     “If you can dig a cave for shelter, I will bury you there in the cave,” I swore, slapping every inch on the mat with my pillow until blood shedding was found.

     The next night, I made my bed like a fort and made sure no mosquito could break into before I slept. However, my safety guarantee failed again. At midnight my arm swelled with a string of buttons with stinging concaves. I scouted everywhere scrupulously and made sure not a single mosquito had broken into my net.

     Finally, the secret was revealed-- outside on my net, a team of mosquitoes was standing quietly and elegantly swing their antennas. They must have taken advantage when I unconsciously laid my arm against the net while I was sleeping. I told a friend about the mosquitoes on campus; he teased me ironically, “You attend college to learn knowledge and get cleverer, right? You know that a lot of intelligent elite dwell around the campus. Before you came here, the ancestor mosquitoes had been there for decades and had freely enjoyed the advantage of a high education generation after generation, so they have learned to be very smart.” I was flabbergasted by his weird theory.

     However, he did tell me an authentic fact—the mosquitoes on campus are much smarter than those which live out away from urban areas.