The Mosquito Gang pits four blood-sucking insect players against a human who just wants to do the dishes

The Mosquito Gang pits four blood-sucking insect players against a human who just wants to do the dishes

Every year, the fruit flies and mosquitoes return to my kitchen, drawn to the illicit aroma of unlidded pasta sauce and the rank embroidery of carbonised toast around my cooker. Every year, I attempt to remove them non-violently by building intricate traps out of vinegar bottles, or performing slow-motion kung fu punches with a jug. My inability to keep the winged hoodlums at bay has alienated me from my so-called friends, but on the plus side, …