Lately, for one reason or another, I've come to deeply consider horror movies, stories, tales, in all their splendor and glory. Right now I have pests on the brain. Living with a mouse infestation was never easy, and often bred ideas of insanely sick horror movie plots, as my past roommates can all attest to. Today my thoughts turn to mosquitoes. Having been sheltered from the beasts in Toronto (smog apparently has one really huge benefit), I have become one, ginormous, walking itch.