Manhattan Offender

Beautiful weather makes me crave onion rings

Oh little mosquito of joy, buzz your melodic wings to a springtime jig

Killing my first mosquito of the season has me all like, "Urg.  Fuck.  I hate you mosquito!" and then all, "Oh, but hey, that means that spring is finally coming.  You rock little fellow," so then I show Little Fellow (his name now) to little Sybil (the cat) and yell, "Faster, pussycat!  Kill!  Kill!" to which she stares at my pointing finger as it turns to a sleeve-covered fist and slams into the mosquito, flattening it onto a Vanity Fair subscription solicitation.

Spring!  Awesome!