There is a mosquito in my house that's so big it probably registers on the local airport's radar.
I am apparently known far and wide among mosquitoes as an easy target. I've been trying to catch this one since I found it in the bathroom this morning, but no...it follows me around from room to room, just out of my reach, waiting for that special moment when it will land on me and take a bite and cause me to break out in gigantic, painful, itchy lumps.
Until now. Because I just managed to smack it down and kill it.
You can rat me out to the Franciscan Police if you want to. I am not spiritually advanced enough to extend my love of all creation to mosquitoes. They love me far too much already.