WARNING : the following story contains painstaking details, might be a bit depressing too. readers who are taking anti-depressants, please do not read this post. i strongly advice you to go read something like Cinderella or Snow White. or something about rainbows and butterflies and strawberry flavored lolly pops and cotton candy.
intro:
i actually wanted to write 'My Mom the Mosquito Killer'.. but decided another word starting from 'M' would look better. or perhaps 'The Tale of the Courageous Mosquito' would have also been quite fitting. kindly read on please, this is an intriguing story about one particular hero of the notoriously miniscule creatures that annoy us 24 hrs a day, 365 days a year. and so the story goes like this...
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once upon a time there was a fierce little lady, who is 4 ft 10 inches tall. she is mean, she is muscly, she is strong and she is wrong (some of the times anyway). She is... My Mom the Mosquito Murderer! day and night, dawn and dusk, mosquitoes flee from this fearsome lady. "POP!" there goes the life of yet another heroic mosquito who tried to brave the ruthless swatting.
weak and feeble, the poor insects fall one by one onto the floor. some stayed stuck between the fatal silver rods of the tennis racket that had looked so harmless at first, but not anymore. "No!, this was enough", thought a mosquito who was rather huge in comparison to its fellow beings.
eyebrow furrowed - do they even have eyebrows?? - legs tucked in, body in 'bombs away!' position, the determined Mozzie charged at the electric racket, mind made up that somehow it was going to destroy the damned thing once and for all. little did it know, its fate was to be the same as the fellow mosquitoes who had preceded him.
it was as if in slow motion that i saw, my mom's hand clutched around the racket, making a swiping movement in the air, the humongous Mozzie approaching from the other side, then the split-second heart-stopping moment when i thought that it had actually managed to dodge the racket but soon i found out that that was not at all what had happened. what had actually happened was that the insect had come charging at the racket and stupidly banged into it, and as a result had been thrown back by the force of the slam.
the poor thing felt like its puny brain was spinning madly inside its skull. nauseatingly dizzy, it turned back around to face its deadly enemy - and i could hear a quiet buzzing sound. i saw my mom's eyes narrow and slyly look to her left. "have mercy on the pathetic creature", i thought as i realized that she located her next target, but unfortunately thoughts didn't get printed out in the air in a speech/thought bubble. no, they merely stayed inside my frantic mind.
with all its might and what was left of its bravery, the mosquito charged at the ominous implement, sure that somehow it was going to over-come this vicious battle. sadly enough, it wasn't as lucky as the previous time. with a deafening "POP" that rang in my ears even days after that fateful day, i saw the massive arthropod fall lifelessly to the ground. for a brief moment i thought that it was toast , when i saw one of its almost-invisible legs twitch one last time. with that heart shattering move, i literally felt its soul leaving its limp body. there was no more to this fighter than there were of the others.
"and what a fighter he was!", i thought to myself, wiping tears away. he could have inspired many of the generations that would follow, he could have formed his own tiny army of Mozzies, and taught them how to tackle the fearsome, the doomed, the SINISTER RACKET. (NOTE TO READERS: kindly imagine sounds of thunder and the spine-tingling craks of lightening bolts on a very stormy night with ferocious winds beating down on your windows.)
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and there we have it... the story of a true mosquitriot ©, it's determination and courage that had lead it to wage a war with one of its enemies. I shall remember his heroic efforts until the day I die.
~ In Loving Memory of Mosquito - R.I.P ~
