Creatures on the prowl-

As it's the summer and I have no real need to wake up early, I have been staying awake until the early hours of the morning. This has introduced to the world of night-time creatures. 

I have spent too much time than might be deemed rational, thinking about mosquitoes, spiders, and other large I-don't-know-what-they-are-called insects. 

Every night, as my family slowly lulls into sleep, and lights are switched off around the house, I am attacked by buzzing flies and mosquitoes which lurk. Now, I keep old Asos magazines next to my bed so that I can swat them. Then I rip off the page and bin it,with the dead insects smudged against last season's finest fashion. Writing that down, I realise how morbid that sounds. What makes it worse, is that I have used several magazines by this stage. 

On a more existential and pretentious level, witnessing this influx of insects during the night/early morning has made me think of the nature of space and place. I have seen how these random flies, these tiny, seemingly insignificant things, find a little nook or corner, and settle, as if they have a right. 

I think that's why we humans are so terrified- irrationally maybe- of spiders and such like. As humans, we are constantly fighting to have our voices heard, to insert ourselves into the abyss that is life, to make our lives count, to make ourselves purposeful- to find a space. But these tiny creatures who we could crush with a small poke, a small step of the shoe, manage to determinedly settle and dominate a space. Spiders happily crawl over the bath, and you can't help but wonder at how they spin their webs, defying dusters and microfiber cloths. They don't care that we are larger and more powerful. 

They don't care about hierarchy. They just are. They just be. They plod along.

I saw a moth on the wall as I walked up the stairs to my room. It was so still. It completely caught me off guard. I stared at it. It was speckled black and white. It looked like it was trying to camouflage but at the same time demanding my attention. In that precise moment, I am sure I felt something akin to jealousy. This moth had found a spot and made it his/her own. It made it look so easy. Isn't that something to admire. In a world where we are forever trying to forge a way for ourselves, insects do not ask. They take it and damn the consequences.

If I had half the gumption of these insects which harass me at 3 am in the morning, I wonder what I would have achieved already?