wouldn't kill it of course. That's just a waste. I blew on it when it
landed on my hand but it came back.
A thought occurred. That mosquito has a short life. All it wanted was to
eat. So I let it bite me. It didn't hurt me. And I've lost more blood in
other ways. At least this went to something good.
Sure. This morning my hand has a small bump but that will fade. I'm
happy the mosquito ate.
I suppose this piece is about living in harmony with the environment.
James Lovelock's Gaia theory and all that stuff. The blood loss and the
soreness this morning made little difference to me but it meant a good
meal for the mosquito.
And I felt good about something, something I'd done.
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