In summer, the most arrogant thing is mosquitoes. When it comes to mosquitoes, I bite my teeth.
One night, a mosquito hovered over my head, whirring and flying. I thought: good you a mosquito, I must teach you! So, I grabbed the electric mosquito swatter, swept around, accidentally electric hand. "Hateful, I will let you die in the palm of my hand!" I cried angrily.
I secretly scolded: "you mosquito essence, keep buzzing, I catch you and call you dead! Then, I sit still, the mosquito can't help luring, suddenly, it swoops down, reaches out the needle, plunges into the blood vessel, sucks with interest. I took a bite, then I caught it, closed it in the jar, and kept saying, "Amitabha, Amitabha..." I don't know if I can't stand my "tight hoop curse" and die of madness, or if I have no air to suffocate. The next day, the mosquito was stiff in the bottle. I got rid of my hate and got revenge, not to mention how happy I am. Thought: I am the natural enemy of mosquitoes, I will kill again if I reappear, never be soft!
The human mosquito battle ended in my victory.