Returning annual torment:
The last mosquito.
Why does this happen every year at this time? This year, having been woken up at 3am, I was sufficiently pissed off to get up and root out one of those plug-in bug-zappers. And guess what - the little fucker was immune. I didn't get much sleep again for another three hours.
It's a bit of a mystery where the darned thing can have come from in the first place. We haven't had any mosquitoes round my way all year. (I can only assume that the moat and the lakes nearby have been generously dosed with DDT or somesuch, to keep the blessed Olympics bug-free.)
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