"But the mud," Zojja said, not for the first time. "And the bugs." She slapped the back of her neck, and her hand came away red. the burst body of a gigantic mosquito was pasted to her palm. She shook the incest from her hand, then saw another giant mosquito land on Snaff's face.
"You got one!"
Snaff went crossed-eyed, staring at the gangly critter. "Look at that proboscis!" he said in genuine wonder. Just then, the blood sucker rammed its snout right through Snaff's left nostril. He sneezed, a blast of air that shot through the proboscis, inflated the mosquito and popped it. Snaff gazed cross-eyed at the limp thing, then dragged it from his face. "A design flaw, I'd call that."
