Mosquito Season

It's upon us again. Last night a blood-fattened mosquto lazily flew about my ears at 1:30 a.m. She was slowed down with engorging, but still, I couldn't swat her from the bed. I was going to get up, turn on the lights, and in the process wake up the Crying Poopmachine, when I heard an amazingly loud SNAP, CRACKLE, POP as the bug-zapper took that bitch out. I never heard it kill so loudly - man it was sweet satisfaction. And the Crying Poopmachine (protected in her mosquito net) didn't even fuss.