Dead Mosquito

I’m not sad about your death, I think you deserved it.
You always kept coming at me and wouldn’t quit.
You pecked at my hands and feet and gave me bites.
Which left me scratching for many nights.
You always made yourself hard to catch,
But my parents and a kitchen towel are quite the match.
With one hit of the kitchen towel, you are dead.
Your wings can now never be spread.