So the West Nile virus spreads

I can still remember my first executive-class flight (which naturally I landed through an upgrade certificate rather than actually paying for).

There was a mosquito buzzing around my window. Somehow, I’d expect this in coach, but the executive section seems like it should be a mosquito-free zone. I definitely considered writing a strongly-worded letter to Air Canada.

Although I was afraid the bug would bite me, I figured if I let it live it would pay me back in kind and refrain from feasting on me. I did not want to draw first blood.

However, mosquitoes apparently live under rather different principles than humans, and it struck at me with a vicious and entirely unprovoked attack.

I can’t remember in what manner I annihilated it (if I did). All I know is, I didn’t draw first blood, the mosquito did.