This works as well as my previous electronic flyswatter, and I think the mesh will be sturdier than the (previous) parallel wires if it gets dropped. The reason I gave it three stars is that there's no way to hang it. With no loop, or eye hook to attach a string, it's on the floor, leaning against the wall, in easy reach of children and pets.
It has to be in the kitchen, where flies are the biggest problem, but I don't keep flyswatters on shelves; they're not sanitary enough to mix with other items. Flyswatters need to hang, and this one can't be.

If you hate bugs, and you're family hates bugs - buy this thing. It makes bug murder fun AND exciting. And it gets the damn job done.

I've taken out a lot of critters, man. Mosquitos, flies? That's for beginners. Ever see one of those big water bugs in your NYC apartment? This thing will fry him like a chicken at KFC. It may take 30 solid seconds of electrocution, but this racquet will light his ass up.

I've recently taken to using this to defend our porch from annoying yellow jackets and nasty hornets. It takes some balls, but you'll get the hang of it after a while. We leave them around the house to make sure one is always at arms length.

Happy hunting

Generally works fine - I don't know how many volts this thing produces, but I'm thinking it must be quite a lot because the POP is a lot louder than our last electric bug swatter. I'm taking a star away, though, because sometimes it zaps when the button isn't pressed! My son first reported he got shocked by it, and then it happened to me!

I bought this one after reading reviews on a less expensive one that said it was underpowered, so I spent more money and got one that is . . . underpowered. I've had to "kill" every fly three times before it's actually dead. There's a loud SNAP with a spark, and the fly falls to the ground, only to begin staggering like a drunk. My one fear is that one of these half-dead little guys escapes and tells his friends where they can get high.

The true smells of summer.....There is nothing like cooking a great tortilla soup, pulling apart the chicken from a rotisserie. Mixing the spices, herbs, fresh jalapenos and peppers. Letting it simmer for hours, only to realize that you had left the chicken carcass out, and now it is smothered and covered in flies, gnats and possibly a horsefly. But then you remember, I am an American, I have an electrified tennis racket at my disposal. So you grab one quick spoonful of your simmering succulent soup and a swig of your drink nearby to give you the adrenaline and courage for the carnage you're about to perform. Electrified tennis racket in hand, you tip toe to the chicken carcass on the counter like Doc going after Bugs Bunny, you press the button, ensuring the red LED lights up on the death trap. Ever so gently place it over the carcass, and BAM. Nudge the carcass container and its like the best heat lightening storm you've ever witnessed in the South. Soon the true smell of summer emerges, electrified bugs. Worth its weight in gold.