Big Game Hunting

An evening stroll out down town to eat. Enough of that Hotel food. Plenty eateries along the front but inevitably all the ones that stood out as really attractive were fully booked. After a loop round and back we managed to get a table in a fairly acceptable Italian place - y’know, one that doesn’t do either pizza or pasta. Yes, really.
Anyway, much later I was woken up by a high pitched whining in my ear. No, no, not her; a frigging mozzie.
Oh does that upset me. Mr Calm departs the scene. This morning i threw open the curtains and studied the walls and ceiling. It’ll be somewhere, the bloated parasitic monster. And there it was, beside the bathroom light switch. No escape for you, buster. Its bright red innards splatted on the wall. That was my blood, you little swine. God, that’s put a spring in my step. Bring on the English!
(Rugby today, I gather)