racket raze more than anything, that's what this portable bug zapper resembles. a tennis racket. now, when a mosquito gets into the house and hounds me hoping for a blood meal, i make_believe i'm roger federer and hit a few topspin backhands before blasting the fucker with four thousand volts of electric death. the crack of the kill sounds like a kernel of flint corn heated until the hull ruptures and the starch expands. 260829 what's it to you? who go blather from