I’m thinking mosquitos are God’s way of reminding us that we don’t have to be big to have a big impact.
There is that, of course.
The late Igor suffered from malaria as a child, living in Oklahoma. He was never able to donate blood except for himself, in the event of major surgery.
It wasn’t until his family moved to Wyoming, to the coal mines that he was able to grow and put on weight, because in Oklahoma, he was sick every summer.
In the navy, he was always stationed aboard ships that never went to malaria-ridden countries. It was only as a government contractor in Viet Nam that he was exposed to the jungles.