'They come for me in the night. We've burned coils down to ashes, smoke weaving its way through the netted entrance that we zipped up well before sundown, but they come for me anyway. The shrill of their buzzing wakes me, drilling its way into my dreamless sleep. They've beaten their wings like miniscule whisks through the thick night air, their flight fuelled by a desire to reach my exposed flesh, to dip inside and whip its sticky surface into flaming mounds...' (Publication abstract)