Even my neighbor Tom wasn’t sure if it’s legal to hunt mosquitoes west of Rte. 210 in Charles County in January. When it happened I completely forgot to check with DNR (Department of Natural Resources). The location of the hunt was significant- our bedroom. The length of the hunt was also significant- 4 days. I don’t believe my weapon of choice has ever been listed under DNR regulations- the soft pad of skin below my right thumb. The hunt always took place before sunset, the one DNR regulation I definitely followed. Actually I thought I got her each late afternoon. She completely disappeared after every surely fatal strike. But, unless there were 4 mosquitoes in our bedroom, she showed up again the next late afternoon and the next, etc., demonstrating a complete lack of concern for my hunting prowess. So I was extremely proud when I finally captured my trophy, displayed above, smooshed against the sliding glass door. I smiled proudly each late afternoon when no mosquito showed up. I’d invite you to admire my trophy which would have been there forever but for my husband’s careless use of Windex.