The Mosquito Race

I haven't mentioned the mosquito problem until now because I assumed it was so obvious that you'll certainly fix it for Earth 2.0. I can't wait any longer. As I try to write this, itchy ankles compete for my attention and invariably win. Thus, my writing is taking twice as long as it would had the mosquito race found a better way to socialize with the human race.

Think of all the time we spend applying mosquito repellent, swatting the pests, scratching their bites, and talking trash about them to anyone who'll listen -- time that could be better spent honoring you, worshiping you and singing your praises. I imagine some people even use the mosquito issue to question if you're a kind God, or even if you exist. Why take a colossal risk like that? To weed out the spiritual weaklings? Maybe you know something I don't know. One thing I do know is that I see a dead mosquito floating in my wine glass. I suppose the red liquid looked like blood.

Okay, I'll come to the point. If you insist on keeping the mosquito race, give them the same qualities as the fly race. Let 'em buzz about and annoy us, but don't give them a compelling reason to suck human blood. However, if blood-sucking mosquitoes are a non-negotiable, then make it clear that they will not attack vegetarians or people who volunteer at animal shelters. We'd all feel better if we knew we had some control over life's irritations.