I say, I say It's a Mosquito Hawk

It's that wonderful time of the year when you walk around the house picking up dead mosquito hawks off the floor. Four this morning. I think the mosquito hawks at my house are dying of gluttony.

I picked a mosquito hawk up today that wriggled a little upon hand to wing contact. I looked at him and said, well buddy, your time is almost up anyway. Then I threw him on the pile accumulating in the trash.