Personally I've never seen a mosquito any bigger than a sparrow. I think it must have been mockingbirds that took his car and wallet.
I was raised in Houston and I can remember running behind the mosquito fogger trucks that would drive through our neighborhood. We always pretended the cloud of poison was magical fog to be danced in. I turned out just fine!
"Step away from the computer, dear. It's time for your medicine. Make sure that you turn off your oxygen before you take your pills."
Good Gawd, I thought us Kermit boys were the only ones who chased the DDT truck. My best friend got tagged by a car crossing behind the truck as we chased it on our bikes. It was a real heart wrenching decision to stop and help him. He had a little road rash but it was nothing compared to the woopin we got from our dads when we got home.
Of course we were also the geniuses who shot out the mercury vapor street lights and let them drip on our heads and in our mouths, and chewed on lead shot when we were trap shooting and dove hunting too.
It'll be a miracle if I make it to 50 but it won't be any of those things that kills me. The double-ended candle syndrome will surely get me first.