
I have no particular interest in mosquitoes; I simply have not seen one in a while.
This particular mosquito was on my bedroom wall. Just there, looking huge and ready to draw blood.
It did not even flinch when I took it's picture. I thought, maybe he's too full to fly away.
"He did not bite me..."
I look around...
[GASP] JAVA!
How dare this mosquito feed on my precious!
Anger infused me. Curiosity was instantly replaced with the desire for vengeance.
The result...
A squished mosquito.

What does PETA have to say about that?
Eh, I can justify my kill as saving the lives of potential avian flu victims.