They pounced on the huge zombie mosquito as it hit the ground, its wings and legs tangling in the fishing net.
“I’ve got the head and holding the vacuum hose on its proboscis! Can you wrap the net around its legs before it bucks me off?”
“I’m on it, but a wing keeps slapping me in the face… Ow! Ow! Ow!”
“Oh, shut up!”
The mosquito was soon wrapped up tight as in a spider’s web, with one end of the net lashing down the vacuum hose.
“Yeah! Now we can start hauling it to the office.”