the mosquito that bled to death
as dusk was fast approaching, there was a little mosquito preparing its wings for flight. it was nothing unusual: the stretching exercises to avoid aches tomorrow, evasive maneuvers ensuring a longer life span and most important, the extension and breathing exercises to make sure the suction process happens clean and fast.
“tonight i will start before it is completely dark, get a head start on all the others”, thought the little mosquito, and with that buzzed itself into life.
there was a soft breeze blowing, but enough warmth to make it safe for our blood-sucker, and a breeze is always good, because it sometimes numbs people’s senses. with that in mind, the mosquito kept thinking all sorts of inspiring quotes, cheering itself to a night of success.
and boy did it feast, so much in fact, that it now needed to rest somewhere, because flight became too difficult due to the extra weight. drunk with blood, it found its way to the bathroom, with not a single ounce of regret or compassion, for the man whose sleep was disturbed during the feeding process.
the night was safe... and the mosquito went into some of the sweetest dreams it ever dreamt of, until it was shocked into waking by a sudden burst of light. the man has woken up.
it flew to a better hiding place, knowing that humans, upon waking have weak eyesight. going through his usual morning ritual, the man took no notice to the bug on the wall behind him... until he got into the shower.
as he turned around, enjoying the jet of hot water massaging his head, he saw it. standing there on the wall, stuffed black with his blood. the culprit was there for the taking and all was needed was a moment’s action.
SNAP!
one step close to the wall, one quick bursting movement of the hand, smashing the mosquito onto the wall. full of pride, he left it there as a trophy of his victory over the blood sucker. a few moments later, his celebration took a bigger turn. due to the steam from the hot water, the blood started trickling down the wall.
the wall is clean now, and no trace of the mosquito or it’s brethren for that matter. but that my friends, was the story of the mosquito that bled to death.