trillions of them. I live in the Low Country of South Carolina and they multiply at a blink of an eye. Of those trillions I have at least fifty or more in my house depending on how many times or how many people come in and out our house at a given time. When I enter my house I will literally pop in and slam the door letting in at least 5 to 10 mosquitoes. Then there is Jim who lets in at least twenty at a time because he is slow moving and sometimes forgets that we do not live in a barn. Unfortunately, it does not matter who you may be. If you do not get in quick enough to suit me I start fussing. Sometimes when you look up you see dots of black all over my yellowish walls by the tons. It is definitely not a pretty sight. 
One day a year or two ago friends of ours, Dalia and Richard, gave us a zapper. I started laughing thinking they were joking because I was always swatting at mosquitoes even climbing furniture trying to kill these beasts of prey. (Humans, dogs, cats, etc.) 
Anyway, the advertisement claimed it would kill mosquitoes. The one they gave us looked like a yellow tennis racket and it had a place on the handle for batteries. It even had this safety feature where you had to hold in two buttons at the same time for it to work, therefore children could not zap themselves or others by mistake. (I have two grandchildren so this feature was most appreciated. Claire, grand daughter backs off every time she sees me coming with my assassinator.) It was awkward to use at first, but after working with positioning it at different angles I started lunging at these biting pest. Zap! It not only decimated the little rascals it fried them. Little sparks of light flashed on my zapper, then there was this exhilarating snapping sound and bang the mosquito was a goner. It totally took me by surprise. I was flabbergasted and kept searching, zapping, and killing any bug I could find. I kept waiting for the CSI Mosquito/Bug Patrol to coming looking for me. It was like an answer to my prayers.
Unfortunately the place they bought this zapper was about to go out of business so I immediately headed to Hilton Head (a hours drive away) just to get another one for the car. The novelty store only had about four left, so I purchased all of them. The thin crossing wires responsible for the “bug shocking” were tightly meshed together, but if one came loose it would no longer bump-off my bugs. (This demolishing machine not only slaughtered mosquitoes, but flies, spiders and any other small bug.) I wanted to make sure I had all areas of my bug life covered. I made Jim keep one by his chair, I had one by my chair and I put one in the car. Am I phobic? Yes, I am. (I even have these two cobwebs I will not remove from two rooms in my house for they serve as traps for the annoying mosquitoes.)
(1) cobweb full of mosquitoes (2)Swatting mosquitoes
We had a summer night party at our house on the state park where Jim worked. When the party came to an end I had mosquitoes lined up all over my ceiling too high for me to reach. Ray and Jeff are two real tall state rangers/administrators. They would not believe me when I told them about my miracle killer machine. I gave each of them a zapper and within minutes they had killed all the mosquitoes and even wanted me to open my door so they could kill more. The blasted thing was like an addiction to these two men. (Two grown men giggling/smiling/zapping and cheering with each kill they made)
A few months later tragedy struck. One of my zappers broke and I was devastated. I went searching the internet and actually found that all kinds of zappers existed out there in cyber 
land. I proceeded to buy two different types. Tonight when I arrived home from town I opened and quickly closed the door for mosquitoes were swarming around the outside of my door by the thousands. They were everywhere, the worse I have ever seen. Jim had the late shift and could not help me with my whacking spree, or should I say “SLAYING SPREE.” Imagine a 65-year old, plump short woman with a zapper in her hand zipping around like a yoyo around the house bouncing from floor to chairs to ladder removing these tiny nipping blood sucking pest from existence. By the time Jim arrived home (He let in at least fifteen more stinging beast.), I had not only zapped most of the bugs, but I had zapped myself in the process. I forgot it would give you a shock if you mistakenly touched it. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck tingle along with the jolt on my leg where the mosquito sparkled after zapping it with my paddle. DA, Sue, proceeded to touch the wiring with her finger to see why it shocked her and got a double whammy. I survived to tell this story…….on to another post 
land. I proceeded to buy two different types. Tonight when I arrived home from town I opened and quickly closed the door for mosquitoes were swarming around the outside of my door by the thousands. They were everywhere, the worse I have ever seen. Jim had the late shift and could not help me with my whacking spree, or should I say “SLAYING SPREE.” Imagine a 65-year old, plump short woman with a zapper in her hand zipping around like a yoyo around the house bouncing from floor to chairs to ladder removing these tiny nipping blood sucking pest from existence. By the time Jim arrived home (He let in at least fifteen more stinging beast.), I had not only zapped most of the bugs, but I had zapped myself in the process. I forgot it would give you a shock if you mistakenly touched it. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck tingle along with the jolt on my leg where the mosquito sparkled after zapping it with my paddle. DA, Sue, proceeded to touch the wiring with her finger to see why it shocked her and got a double whammy. I survived to tell this story…….on to another post 
