While buckling everyone into their respective seats for a trip to watch 4th of July festivities, I noticed a couple summer mosquitoes buzzing about the car. They were of the fairly large variety and I knew Jedi wouldn’t be pleased if he caught sight of them. I tried to coax these bugs out before I closed the door and thought I had succeeded. However, it would seem I missed one.
Barely minutes into our drive to see fireworks, right before it started pouring rain, Jedi succumbed to a full-on freak-out like I’ve never witnessed from him before. His hands were flailing, his voice pitched, his mouth quivered. He was petrified. All because the pesky mosquito had landed on his knuckle. I reached back to shoo it away, but it was staunchly attracted to him and didn’t want to leave him alone.
“It landed on my finger and it’s gonna suck ALL MY BLOOD!”, he trembled in fright as his hands continued to flail and flap.
The pest finally made it’s way to the front of the car, where it was promptly obliterated into a napkin. Upon hearing of the mosquito’s demise, Jedi’s brevity not only returned but multiplied.
With eyes still red and cheeks not yet dry of tears, he mocked the dead mosquito, “Oh yeah! Don’t mess with me, I’m the Master Mosquito Killer!”.
You could have fooled me.