If there's a fly in my room, buzzing on the window, I would open the window and let it fly away. If there's a big ant or a spider or a bee on my foot, I'd wait for it to explore me and then go on its way (although I'm scared of spiders and allergic to bee stings).
But even a hardcore flower sniffing fly kissing hippy like myself has his limit. And that limit is called The Mosquito.
I've sent so many bad vibes towards this species that they'd stopped biting me years ago. Even so, I still hate them for the sleepless nights and for the crazy, bad, aggressive thoughts that they've spawned inside my mind with their evil buzz.
One of the worst things about them is that it takes just one slap - 50 ms - to transform a living, buzzing mosquito into a bloody spot on the wall. They don't even have time to understand wtf has happened to them !
One moment she's like "Yeah! Who I should suck next?!" and next moment she's mush.
No pain, no regrets, no suffering. Nothing !
Yet I have to live with the memory of the suffering it has caused me my entire life.
Maybe we should design mosquitoes with more advanced nervous systems - optimized for feeling pain and suffering - and make their bodies more resistant and stronger, so that humans can torture them properly.
This "let's interbreed them with sterile males" sounds like a really soft and humane (?) punishment - give them lab grown mosquito studs so that those bloodsucking bitches can have a good sex life ? What kind of revenge is that ?
No! They must suffer !
Oh my, you see what thoughts they've spawned in me ? Otherwise, I'm pretty peaceful..
You're scaring me (wo)man!