War. What is it good for?

Somewhere is South Jersey there is a mosquito. Or there was a mosquito. For you see, somewhere in South Jersey there is also a trampoline, a girl, and the said mosquito which takes advantage of nighttime jumping tourneys.

There was a war:

The mosquito won forty battles,

but now lives to fight no more.

The girl won none save one

and lives to pass on this lore.

SERIOUSLY. FORTY!!!!!!

So much for my summer-time goal: "no sunburns, no mosquito banquets."

Both have already been accomplished with the addition of jelly-fish encounters.

I am one busy girl! ;P