MOSQUITO MUST DIE.

There's a fucking mosquito in our bedroom. Two nights ago, I laid quietly in bed, falling asleep. I suddenly heard a buzzing beside my ear. "Ugh, there's a fly in the room!" I called out to Daniel. The next morning, I woke up to a bug bite under my chin. Throughout the day, I discovered more: one on my right arm, my left index finger, and upper thigh. "It's a mosquito!" I told Daniel. "We have to kill it." Later that night, I briefly checked around the bed. I turned off the lights to fall asleep. Boba jumped up and nestled on my legs. 20 minutes later, the unmistakeable whine of a mosquito flitted near my left ear. I screamed, startling Boba, who stared at the wall a bit before jumping off. I ran into the bathroom. Daniel was brushing his teeth. "It's here!" I squawked. "You have to kill it!"* * One time there was a mosquito in our room a Daniel killed it within 5 minutes.Daniel followed me into the bedroom, turning on the light. As he continued to brush his teeth, he looked around…