If we did not hate the mosquito so bitterly,
perhaps we would study it. We would find
that it exists all over the earth, even in the
Arctic regions, and is one of the plagues of
explorers.
The male ones live upon such plants as
they can find; relieving them, probably, of
superfluous juices, which they can do better
without. Having no nerves, the plants make
no resistance, and the male insect has the
pleasure of predatory dining, with none of
its dangers. The female, however, has more
courage, and attacks the thin-skinned human
race, not seeming to apprehend any trouble,
until the palm of a sturdy hand comes crashing
against its frail anatomy.
