Six Legs of Vengeance
So tonight whilst watching TV a mosquito flew by me. Now to me this mosquito embodied each and every mosquito that had ever bitten me throughout my whole life. I wanted to hurt her, I wanted to hurt her bad. I have killed mosquitoes in all sorts of ways throughout my life, I have flattened them, burned them, squished them with two hands, squished them with one hand, and through all of this they have not gotten the point that I don’t like them. They still suck out my blood till I am forced to crush them between my fingers sending out a glorious splatter of vengeance. Well tonight I had had enough I decided to send a message to the whole mosquito community. So as this foul bloodsucker flew by, while she was still in flight, I reached out and tore her legs off. I then told her, as her six legs sat twitching in my hand, that she better tell all her friends that the same fate awaits them all if they come to suck my blood.