Mosquito Boxing

My husband is the Rocky Balboa of mosquito boxing.....I am so proud!

:)

Let me explain.

He was with a group of 15~ 16 people sitting on the floor having a little chat, snacks, and  all that hoop-la when *BOOM* he punches into the air out of nowhere. If I was there and had seen him, I might have questioned his sanity, or at the very least considered wearing a hockey mask to bed.... but I was not there so was spared that thought. His fellow floor compatriots however did witness the oddity and thus looked to him in bewilderment and to each other in search of some reason why in the world this seemingly sane dude would punch fast and hard into the air above himself.

After watching their faces with a short, yet enjoyably fiendish thrill he divulged a clue to his spontaneous boxing move.  "Look there. Do you see what is there on the floor?" he says while pointing to a corner of the mat just in front of his foot. 

They roused their butts off the floor and looked toward the spot where he was pointing.  There, mostly still with an occasional twitch on the mat was a knocked out mosquito, punched in the pricker by my husband to its unlikely (and undesired) end. 

[*ding, ding, ding* goes the bell....]

Shocked and amazed, the men each grow into full 32 tooth broad smiles and begin to laugh hysterically.  Even the older quiet and serious man among them, who has lived his whole life being sucked milliliter by milliliter by these annoying creatures, feels that FINALLY justice has been paid to the mosquito kind for their atrocities. The old guy lets out a great chuckle at the wriggling insect's demise and gives a few claps for my victorious boxer bou's bravery.

Congrats babes, you made the world a safer place yet again. 

Next up, try some Tai Quan Do on that spider in the corner.... HOI YA!

You're gonna eat lightnin' and you're gonna crap thunder!  - Mickey from Rockey (1976)