Today, a mosquito flew and landed on my pinky finger. It was a rather large mosquito. If I had looked away or otherwise had been unaware that it was about to sting me, I probably wouldn't have noticed it. But I watched with great anticipation as his suckermouth fumbled across the surface of my finger, before it thrusted it through my skin. I could actually feel it puncture me. It started sucking my blood, and I watched. And I kept watching. It sucked itself completely full. One noteworthy observation I made was that the mosquito had to struggle to retract it's suckermouth from the puncture hole. It used its back legs for extra support, but slipped and had to readjust it's stance before attempting to break free again. On the second attempt he made it, and I watched him as he flew away, carrying a droplet of my blood. Then I finished the joint, got in the car, and drove home.
I gave purpose to a life, and helped bring about thousands of new lives with a simple gesture.
