For those of you who read my tale of woe regarding the newsworthy mosquito hunt I'm pleased to report that a twist of fate resolved the problem.
Despite my superb finely honed hunting skills this little fecker evaded every swat attempt only to return a few minutes later to suck a bit more blood out of my body.
I discovered that the favorite resting place for all the mosquitoes is in the bathroom. I happened to be having a shave, the mosquito swat close at hand when I heard that familiar zzzzzzztttt. Dropping the razor into the sink and quickly arming myself with the swat I surveyed the well lit walls looking for the little blighter. The walls are gray and plain so even this comparatively small mosquito was easy to spot. It was on the wall about six inches below the wooden beams that support the roof. I gave it my best shot. Whack! but it dived out sideways. What it didn't notice was the spiders web a few inches away and there it was, caught! I jarred it in alcohol and later this week I'll get it under the microscope.

