What kind of mosquito...
Once upon a time there was a lovely little fawn that fell asleep in the meadow by the creek. As it slept, a thousand freshly hatched mosquitoes descended on it and took their fill, as mosquitoes will do. What blood remained in the fawn went to its vital organs, draining away from the surface of the skin. So the mosquitoes got together and discussed their options. Some said, “Let’s set off small explosive charges under the skin, because that makes the blood flow again.” Others argued, “Let’s just strip away its skin so we can squeeze blood directly out of the organ tissues.” Some self-reflective mosquitoes said, “Hey, this poor fawn – I think I’m going to walk for a while instead of fly.” Still others tried to convince their friends to curb their appetites or switch to plant juice. A few experimented with solar-electric powered wings.
The point of this disturbing little fairy tale? The Earth is our fawn, and the blood we crave is her oil. What kind of mosquito are YOU?