When my girls were younger, mosquitoes loved to bite them. I remember putting Danae in a frog suit one night, and waking up the next morning to find a mosquito bite on her face! I hate the marks they leave on their bodies, especially since my girls can’t resist scratching. I hate mosquitoes!
Personally, they make me itch. Common, right? Well, they make me itch even before they bite me. I can actually tell if there is a mosquito in the area, solely by feeling itchy. Their mere presence makes me itch and scratch.
They make me oblivious to people around me. They make me want to kill them so much that I don’t notice when people wonder what I’m doing and give me weird stares. Just yesterday, I saw a mosquito in the supermarket and I went out of my way to try to kill it. I failed. When I stepped back to the cart, I noticed the two teenaged boys nearby walk away and give me a look. I tried to yell out an explanation, “lamok, may lamok! (mosquito, there was a mosquito)” but I doubt it did anything. Haha. Who knows how many other times I did that and how many people I’ve weirded out.
I hate them most especially because they can kill. Some mosquitoes carry fatal diseases like Malaria and Dengue fever. I have nieces, nephews and friends who have had and thankfully survived Dengue. But there are also many who are not as fortunate. We just can’t take it for granted anymore. We must protect our children and ourselves.
I am sure they are scientifically fascinating — they might contain dinosaur DNA or lead Gibbs and his team to solve a murder case — but I just hate mosquitoes. I am sure there is a purpose for their existence, but I have yet to discover and appreciate it.