The Forbidden Fruit
The time had come for us to move on. Dusk is the second time of the day when the female mosquito hunts for the mammalian blood she needs to feed her young. If the pesky insect could just take the blood and not inject that irritable fluid that causes the itching and, in some cases, disease, one could better tolerate being her breakfast and dinner. The injection of her body’s fluid into its prey reminds me of the oil rig I worked on once. We would pump in water and mud while sucking out the oil and natural gas. Something about keeping a pressure equilibrium to avoid a rupture or explosion. I have a friend on the island who can flex his muscle in such a way as to quickly raise his blood pressure when a mosquito is sucking blood from his arm. The increased pressure causes
