There has been a mosquito living in one of our bathrooms for two weeks. We could not go in there for any length of time before he would start his strafing and dive-bombing manuevers. My dog Ozzy said he grew weary of this little pest taking long showers and waking him up flushing the throne in the middle of the night...he said I had stop this nonsense.
Ozzy followed me to the bathroom, and stood in the hallway chanting "Cage Match! Cage Match!" while I went in and closed the door behind me. A few minutes later, I found the mosquito, and the battle was on. With Ozzy yelling "get that skeeter", I brought all my military training and fury to bear, swatting and swinging in all directions. An hour later, exasperated and exhausted, I emerged victorious. Peace had finally returned to our home. The Beast was dead.
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