Basically Juggling Canoes

I'm so sorry to hear about your pet mosquito. It's always hard to lose a pet mosquito, and arthritis is such a rough way to go.

A few years ago, I had a cockroach that died of arthritis too, and I cried like a baby.

And don't even get me started on the death of my pet maggot back in '03.

I'll never remember the look on that maggot's face as the vet euthanized him. Actually, it might not have been the maggot's face I was looking at. Might very well have been its rear end. It's kind of hard to tell with maggots.

You tried your best though. It's really touching that you stayed up all night every night massaging its little kneecaps, hoping it would pull through.

But in any case, I'm sorry to have heard you lost a loved one. I'm sure wherever the mosquito is now, she's thinking of you. Actually, she probably isn't, because mosquitoes don't have enough mental capacity for memory. She probably died with your blood inside her anyway, which is something.

Mosquitoes suck blood so they can lay eggs. The protein of blood becomes eggs. Blood is nothing but future mosquitoes. Our bodies are made of tomorrow's insects, and the mosquitoes buzzing around us are made of the blood of. The buzzing in your ears of your dead grandparents, who also had arthritis. Suffered of.

I hope she managed to lay some eggs before she died and you cleaned her up with your vacuum cleaner.