Bug-zapper Badminton

At night the mosquitos like to feed on my blood, but by day they hide in the kitchen area behind our house, fattened and sleepy in the daylight. I step out back with my racket, shake things up, and play a little badminton.

I poke under the shelves. A pack of tired skeeters fly out, turned around, confused and flying into things. Swing and a wha-ZAP!!! Little crinkled bodies fall to the floor. Some of the larger ones sputter and stop moving. Others stopped moving the instant they met my racket. I kick the garbage can about. Spa-CRACK!!! More insects litter the floor. I shake the clothes hanging on the rack. Ka-POW!!! I send the rest of them sailing over the wall. Game and set.