I realize I am no longer alone in this shed I call home. I thrust my kettlebell up one more time and drop it to find the intruder. A mosquito has made his presence known in this sweltering square of a room. We make eye contact after his initial attack and now he circles me. I watch him with daggers in my eyes; I watch until I lose sight. He maneuvers so that my vision crosses, I can no longer follow and then he turns to flank me.