In other news, there is always one mosquito hovering around my desk. It's very peculiar — I can kill it any number of times, but five minutes later, there'll be another one mosquito here. I have visions of somewhere there being a waiting room full of mosquitoes, and a sign that reads "Now Serving: 33" … then there's a Swat! noise and the sign goes, "ding! Now Serving: 34".
I've toyed with the idea of bringing the bug-zapper inside from the back yard, but I know what would happen: there'd be a loud *BZAAAT* noise and Dasher would come staggering by, with smoke rising from his fur and a dazed look on his face.
Buddha: "Nice perm, vapor-brain."
Dasher: "It looked like food!"