the little dark space.
chapter 1- afterwords
i feel that this anit-mosquito front must continue at all costs. partially, cause i itch a lot. so in repetition:
so, there is nothing quite like spring, is there? since i got home from the vacation (which was more famliy bonding than anything) it relaly hasn't stopped raining. i mean, a day here and there, but nothing to write home about. but as people who live in the midwest, and around pools of stagnant water know, as soon as the rain DID stop for a day or two, we got the newest surprize of the season.
so now, instead of just being mostly wet, hot, humid and nasty smelling aorund the lake, you also are filled right up with ichy, venomous inscet drool, and the buzzing that never ends.
so, as of now, i am declaring this webcomic to be a part of the anti-mosquito offence. we will not rest until each and every one of thier buzzing, blood sucking, west-nile carrying corpses litter a comet flying towards the sun.
but yes. happy (gender confused) chibi.