One of the most satisfying murders I ever committed was on a mosquito in Cuba. It had been dining on me in my room for two nights. Every now and then it woke me up with it's buzzing near my ear. I lay in wait for it, on the bed with a sheet over me one morning. After about an hour she (all blood sucking mossies are female) landed on the ceiling. A huge, fat thing, about half the size of a fingernail. I hit her with a sandal and left a massive blodstain on the ceiling. My blood.