I crept closer, the gun held steady in my hand. It had been registered for hunting, so my purpose was appropriate. After previous failures, this time I was determined to succeed. Stealthily I continued to stalk my prey, as I replayed in my mind all the aggravation I had had to endure. Enough already!
Nothing else had worked, and I had tried everything. So it had to be the gun. Taking careful aim, I fired. The mosquito dropped dead.
in NSW, Australia691