To the malicious insect that bites our girl.

Hell-low! I don't care if you're a spider a ticks, a mites, a mosquito, flies, fleas, ants, bees, wasps or whatever kind of insect! And i don't care if you're six, eight or hundreds legged dirty little worm... I am warning you in the name of GANGSTERDAD, the daddy of the girl whom you had been joyfully biting, sucking and stinging her flesh religiously for a couple of week.

You had been biting our poor Gracia's legs and hands that leave scars and marks which forced us to made sure she wear long sleeves shirt and long pant especially during the night. But now, you ignore our worried as a parent and continue your aggression by biting on her face despite our effort to covered her up defensively.

You're making us mad I am telling you. If you're fortunate enough not to die in the hand of gansterdaddy for some reason, I bet you would not be so lucky to pass thru her ferocious mummy whom wants to destroy every possible shelter or hole you're hiding. She had already asked me to throw away our bed believing that you might be cowardly hiding inside, if you're really inside our bed, you should thank God, or thank my mom for stopping her to do so.

But let me warn you, if you ever try biting our girl again. I don't care if it is her leg, her hands, her face or her buttock, as long as she is been bitten. You're dead.. you really are not going to escape this time. I guarantee you, and I will bet my last dollar that you will not live another day to see the Sun (Oh...btw, you seldom or never see the Sun, because you're a creepy little coward that hides and only comes out when it's dark, such a poor thing). Mummy will surely do whatever it take even if at the expense of turning our house up side down, I am warning you, if you wanna test her limit, be her guest.