Mogie murder

The mogies are back. I hate mosquitoes, dunno anyone who likes 'em. I'm tired. I'm welted. I'm through killing them with my hands and/or BB gun, although the latter produced some spectacular results last year, remember? I picked up an electrified tennis racket of death. You swing it at the little bastards, and they spark and flame and snap. And there are two nifty flashlights on it too. Thanks, China. One more to kill, but this one is a demoness. I'll get her.