"There will be no survivors!"

Since we arrived in Congo we have been in a constant battle. It has required us to be attentive, vigilant, inventive, and persistent. Our enemy is small in size, but has amazing powers. He has the ability to strike silently or wake you from the deepest sleep. He can fain death, disappear into thin air right before your eyes, and he knows exactly where to find the chink in your armor. The wounds he inflicts start as annoying spots but can cause a sickness that if not treated can lead to death.

Fear not, we are armed! All entry ways are locked down promptly at dusk. We wear protective gear after dark and never leave home without our comrade in arms, DEET. My favorite weapon of all masquerades as a tennis racket, but contains an electrical current that easily puts an end to any battle.

For some time the enemy has been able to successfully invade our fortress of rest severely disrupting our sleep. However, after mending all possible weak points, laying down a layer of poisonous mist, and treating our protective shield with Anti-Enemy we have won the victory! Be gone defeated mosquito!