True Story

So, Jeremy woke up to go to work, and was attacked by a mosquito eater. He quietly tried to shoo it out of our room without waking me up (he would have had to hit me with a hammer, but I digress...). He said he got it out, but I have a sneaking suspicion that after Jeremy left the mosquito eater probably landed on me and spent the duration of the early hours licking my forehead.

He told me later about the confrontation with the long-legged flying bug after I woke up, and told me it was probably in the living room somewhere. I searched, and didn't find it (I secretly hoped it had flown upstairs...).

A few days later, our fan was making funny noises, so I took the front cover off and fixed the blades, and put it back together. I looked at the base of the fan, and LO! Mosquito Eater Legs. Well... A leg and a half.

I couldn't feel bad about it. I mean...It's creepy.

Today, as I sat in our rocking chair with Eden, Pepper came to investigate what I was doing, and then detoured to the fan, where the legs were still lying pathetically on it's base. She sniffed around, and then, found what I hadn't seen in our multi-colored carpet: The Mosquito Eater Head. She licked it up, chewed for a minute, and then spat it out (insofar as a cat can spit...).

It made me think...

We all know spiders are BAD (concept courtesy of Eva):

And Butterflies are GOOD:

But where do Mosquito Eaters fit? I mean...They don't really eat mosquitoes, I was disappointed to find out. Are they predators? Do thy help pollinate anything?

I think they are pretty much useless...and creepy. I mean...even the cat wouldn't eat it. That's sayin' something.