Call the Exterminator

There is a serious mosquito problem in the East Village and Lower East Side. I have no idea where these bugs have come from - but they are everywhere. I seen them in the bedroom, bathroom, at the gym, in the ATM, at the corner hot dog joint.

Honestly, it is cold outside. Shouldn't these little buggers be dead.

After spending a night at the Producer's house, we nuzzled under the blankets with only our heads exposed. In the morning, I awoke to no fewer than 20 mosquito bites - one on my forehead, my palm, most on my back, arms and legs. At this point, I doubt if even bathing in calamine lotion would relieve my discomfort.

I have screens in my window. Short of sleeping with a citranella candle burning or bathing in DEET, I have no idea how to stop this endless biting. Perhaps if I dial 3-1-1 and report the mosquito problem, they will come spray the neighborhood. Anything. This needs to end. I'm itchy and tired.