My feat of physical prowess this week just transpired: a mosquito followed me inside and I not only managed to watch where she went, (the ceiling) I managed to fetch my electric bug-zapping tennis racket, jump-swing to dislodge her, then *a second jump-swing* to zap. I feel like a, like, tennis pro-person. I’d name one, but I am basically unaware of tennis pros and the name would just as likely be a golf pro.