there's a mosquito on the window. stretching it's hind legs. curling them back. arching them above its head. reminiscent of a skinny ballerina. it's beautiful, it really is, but i am wary. i don't want it to stick me. so i keep a watchful eye on its location. when it starts to fly away i jump and yelp, make a fool of myself. but it just flies towards the window for about five minutes. paying me no mind. i think it might be trying to mate with itself. it's about that time, isn't it. just stay away from me.