I felt a sharp pain in my arm and looked down to find a tiny vampire with its proboscis lodged firmly in my skin.
“Aaargh!” I cry, and I make a very good case of it because the mosquito — seeing my outburst of rage and confusion — launches itself into the air in an attempt to escape.
All the best plans of a stealthy exit have been foiled, the alarm has been sounded and the terrible flying creature must enact a quick getaway. Hurtling through the air it flies over my mug and away from my desk at rocket speed. But not quickly enough.
With barely a moments pause and a precision clap I stop the juicy fat pestilence dead in the air and it explodes in a rain of blood and tiny legs over my desk. Down my arms, across my laptop, making a right crimson tide of my coffee… There is blood everywhere, which is as good a place as any to end this story.