Warning: This chapter contains a lot of violence and gruesome details of blood spilled during murders of guilty mosquitoes. If you are, once were, or will be a mosquito or you support mosquito breeding and you are against spilling the blood of mosquitoes, which, by the way, they had once sucked from you, then you should not continue reading this chapter. The author and the publisher is not responsible for any mental trauma that you might suffer from for ignoring this warning.
From a distance it looks like a clap. From proximity, it sounds like a slap. But in reality, it is a murder.
I will narrate the story of Taylor, which could be the name of a woman (e.g., Taylor Swift) or the surname of a man (e.g., Ross Taylor), but since it could also possibly be the surname of a woman (e.g., Sarah Taylor), I will use the pronoun ‘she’ to address ‘her’, although I do not deny ‘he’ would have fitted the murderous profile of the individual quite well, perhaps better!
She was a pathologist at the Hospital affiliated to the University of MosQuito, which was the leading educational institution in the city of Quito, the capital of Ecuador which is close to the Equator. She used to continuously draw blood for a living, which she used to analyze to ensure her patients continued living. But she faced tough competition from the inhabitant mosquitoes which sucked up more blood than she could draw in as many as ten blood tests.
Most of her patients came to her, having negative blood volumes and so skinny that their skin was all covered by their bones! The mosquitoes soon improved their techniques to suck blood and set up concentration camps all throughout the city, where they concentrated the blood, unwillingly donated by several citizens and then ingested them with pleasure. In return, the mosquitoes gifted the humans with pathogenic strains of deadly viruses and protozoans like Zika Virus and malaria causing Plasmodium vivax. The patients were falling ill faster than Taylor could diagnose them. Often, the lines outside her clinic were so long, that the mosquitoes would set up mobile, temporary, concentration camps alongside the file of people! Taylor did not exactly dislike this. Since her clinic was a monopoly in the city, her wealth was exponentially growing as the health of the pubic was exponentially degrading. Also with diminishing blood volumes, she had to work less as instead of a test tube full of blood, the patients could yield only one third of a hundredth of a drop of blood, that too after forcibly stimulated hematopoiesis.
But the mosquitoes, hated the fact that Taylor was swelling with money, thanks to their efforts. So they stopped spreading diseases. Now, the people avoided the vicinity of clinic, as no one wanted to test their negligible blood volumes when their health was not degrading any further. Taylor started to lose her patients. Soon, the only way she could earn money was by analyzing her own blood, but it did not help as she was the one who was paying the bills to herself!
So she decided to take immediate action by eliminating the mosquitoes from Quito. Her decision was so bold that she clapped to herself, thinking of the consequences. And while clapping she killed a mosquito, purposefully by mistake. She was elated. She clapped with greater frequency, and killed a few more of the arthropods. She was enjoying the aesthetic pleasure, in staining her hands with blood from the squashed mosquitoes. She clapped even more and killed even more. She experienced bliss and continued clapping faster and harder. Now she was killing a dozen mosquito with each square millimeter of her palm, per clap. Ecstatic, she continued clapping with ever increasing intensity, till she had killed every single mosquito of Quito. Murdering the mosquitoes, she realized, was more satisfying than murdering people. Hence she gave up her job as a pathologist and started to travel the world, clapping and killing. While she was cruising in a submarine, through the mainland of India, she discovered a better substitute to clapping. Slapping, it was. Mosquitoes in the Eastern World, it seemed, were fond of residing on the cheeks of people. Hence she started to indiscriminately slap anyone and everyone, who stood with a mosquito on their face. She travelled the other half of the world, slapping with glory and returned to Quito to find that, mosquitoes have repopulated the city. She decided to rejoin her old job. But she was surprised to find out that now, the same old mosquitoes, whose ancestors she had murdered, and who, she did not murder, for they were still larvae, have become the new head of the department of the pathology in the University of MosQuito. Instead of spreading diseases, now they performed blood test by carefully sucking out blood, in the same old way, testing it and then feeding on it. The Education and Health Ministers were also happy, as they did not have to pay them extra salary, as they were happy with the blood they were getting as food! This broke Taylor’s heart and she opened up another blood testing clinic to compete with the mosquitoes.
Till today, however, she waits to receive her first patient, as every person in Quito have realized, that it is better to be bitten by a mosquito for free than be pierced by a syringe, provided they both serve the same purpose!