A minute ago, when I was urinating, I noticed a mosquito flying near the level of my crotch. I was mildly alarmed at an insect flying so near the privatest of parts, so I edged away from it. It seemed to have a dog-like ability to sense my fear, and flew closer still to my penis. I moved away even further, concentrating so that my urine stream stayed directed into the bowl.
Then, suddenly, I had an idea. The mosquito still flying nearby, I stepped on my tiptoes, then gave a small hop, shooting him down with a cascade of clear liquid (I drink a lot of water). After I zipped up, I looked down and noticed that the mosquito lay motionless in the water.
"Little bastard," I said.