"So we need to pay the UPS guy and the grill guy-mosquito! Ovais, you go get the spray! Ozair, close the door! And everyone else, close your eyes and put a hand over your mouths and noses!"
And that is how my dad started today's mosquito hunt..
From spraying every single corner, into the fan and under the chairs to wherever he could see the tiny black speck, my dad made the room smell worse than.. the tiny shop at the end of the street where they sold fish.
And that place
SMELLS.
Once everyone was smelling like they were flies who had just emigrated from the garbage dump down the street, my dad stopped spraying and looked around with a smile on his face as if he had just won the lottery.
Everyone had their hands on their faces and my brothers and cousins were lining up in front of the door; they couldn't wait to escape the smell.
And
THENmy dad saw the mosquito again.
"No one move! Or make a sound!"
And he crept up to it and sprayed right into its face.
