Cleaning up the coffee that flooded our kitchen counter because I made more than the pot would hold, I noticed that we had a mosquito in the kitchen this morning. Not one of your meek little sneak-up-on-you-while-you-sleep mosquitos. This was a big, black Alaskan-style One-Percenter mosquito with attitude, and it chased me as I chased it. then I lost it against the shadows.
Me: “Where is it? Where is it?” [clapping hands randomly in the hope of getting it]
Alpha: “It’s a mosquito, a mosquito for god’s sake!”
Me: “Where is the damn thing?”
Alpha: “A mosquito! Are you deaf?”
Me: [stop clapping for a moment] “What are you talking about? I know it’s a mosquito.”
Alpha: “Then why did you keep saying, ‘what is it’?”
Me: “I said ‘where is it’, not ‘what is it’.”
Alpha: “It sounded like ‘what’ is it.”
[meanwhile, mosquito flies back outside in search of a Rottweiler to bite]