Back to the bug, I dropped one of my favorite sandals on him, not wanting to get too close. He just shrugged it off and walked out from under it. Not having a hiking boot with me to drop on him, or an anvil, or a rifle/shotgun/flamethrower/Uzi to shoot at him, I smacked him with the aforesaid favorite sandal. The picture is of him, recently deceased, next to a Q-tip to give you an idea of the size. Ick. There are reasons other than mosquitos that I sleep inside a mosquito net. Ick.