I know each creature has its purpose, role, in the scheme of nature. We are all connected. I have trouble discerning the role of a mosquito. They are present with the collection of still water. Yet all is dry around us. The mosquito sucks blood. What do they contribute? They aren’t pollinators. Yet they feast on my blood, find my inner veins, nip at my wrists, thighs, and elbow. My eye lids are tender spots for their picking. They take from me and what do they give back? A red swollen spot, an itch of remembrance.