Mosquito Thoughts

I've been told I have a weird mind.

There is a part of me that's somewhat resentful that I can't give blood to save people's lives, but I'm able to sustain mosquitoes for another day.

Actually, I'm not sure what the time works out to. If I let a mosquito bite me, just let it, without the reflexive smacking, and it takes its full and rather drunkenly flies off (the mosquito, in my opinion, is one of the most poorly-designed fliers in the Midwest. Itty bitty whiney wings, six long legs and a long face that just hang down and drag at the air. They are made for landing, and biting, not for flying), how long does that particular meal last it? An hour? The rest of the day? Enough time to find a male mosquito and lay enough eggs to rival the stars on our side of the Milky Way?

On the subject of male mosquitoes, they are non-biting - the mosquito society is somewhat comparable to the Amazons. Males are necessary to mate, of course, but aside from that, they're really a disgrace to the species, as they don't do what mosquitoes are made to do. The females only put up with them because finding enough food to lay all those eggs is a rather hazardous and time-consuming practice, and thus they haven't found a way to artificially produce mosquito sperm.

Hang on a sec. What exactly do male mosquitoes eat? They don't feed off people. Do they just eat enough junk as larvae to sustain them for their One Great Lay? Actually, I have no idea how many mates a male will take in his leggy lifetime. I speculated that their primary ambition was to produce offspring, but for all I know, male mosquitoes are brilliant writers who spend much of their time learning the great philosophies of previous generations. They contentedly spend their days closed up in their personal libraries (which explains why we never see them), and their attitude towards the females is more of a mild annoyance at being interrupted from their studies. "Ah. You're wearing THAT. Oh, very well." For them, it's more a sense of duty than anything else, and they'd really much prefer to be left alone with their books and cigars.

I picture the females as being rather aggressive, the males quite a bit calmer. If they had voices (perhaps they do), one of them is certainly far more strident and demanding. The one sees the other as a necessary affliction, and the other finds the first to be a mildly attractive irritation.

Although, really, if I knew that the only reason that someone hadn't decided to off me was because they didn't know how to produce whatever they needed from me, I'd probably spend a good amount of time making sure that I kept a monopoly on that item's production. Maybe male mosquitoes keep a close eye on their scientists, and whenever anyone starts in that direction, they find themselves having a little chat with the mosquito mob, and soon they're sleeping with the larvae.

Dude. Maybe that's it. Larvae eat adult mosquitoes that have been tossed in the water, and pick up other blueprints that way.

"Hey. Are you guys sure we're supposed to have all these legs? They're supposed to be this long?"
"Uh, I guess so. Hey, Jakey - remember when they threw your dad in here? What'd he look like?"
"Shut up."

Buzz buzz buzz.