Don't wake up the parrot

I went to bed yesterday night, exhausted. I was already tuning my brain waves with the other face of the world, when the unmistakable sound of a mosquito flying over my ear put me on a state of alert. I turned on the light and sighted the flying creature on the recently white-painted wall, just beside my bed. It escaped my almost infallible clap (I can kill with a clap of my hands) and landed on the ceiling. I needed something to hit it up on there, and I thought a broom would do. But to get the broom I had to go down to the kitchen and wake up the parrot. I didn't want to disturb the parrot and decided to throw up to the ceiling the white shirt I used that day at work. The idea proved to be good: I managed to knock out the mosquito without killing it, not to bloodstain the recently white-painted ceiling and most important of all, I didn't interrupt the sweet parrot dreams.