There’s a dead mosquito on my dashboard,
on her back, legs pointing up in the air;
Perhaps overfed, on my blood engorged;
I’m not sure how long she’s been lying there.
I’ve never been one for cleaning my cars;
something that my wife cannot comprehend.
A minor role to play in my memoirs;
I don’t know her history, only her end.
Would it be so weird to give her a name,
something infused with deeper meaning?
Well, no matter, there’s nothing to explain;
she’ll be gone once my wife does the cleaning.
Shared with W3 #186 – an unimportant thing. This is an ongoing true story.
1994ever 
:). Now that’s a unique take.
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Thanks Indira 🙏
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Haha! Poor mosquito, died by overeating
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Apparently adult female mosquitoes can live for about 4 to 6 weeks. That’s a lot longer than I thought and about 4 times longer than the males. It must be the blood that keeps them going.
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Oh wow!
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I love this reflection. Also, cleaning cars is a waste of precious water and time 🙂
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Thanks Paul 🙏
It reminds me of times after my wife has cleaned the toilet and then berates me for using it!
I should add, I do keep the toilet cleaner than my car though!
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Glad to hear that, lol 🙂
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Love some of the rhymes in here Shaun – especially engorged/dashboard. I enjoyed the humour I read into this – naming a dead mosquito probably is weird 😀.
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Thank you 🙏 If she’s still there next year I think a name will be needed!
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☺️
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Ha ha. This makes a great visual. I don’t clean my car either and have no wife that does!
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😁 To be honest, my wife doesn’t clean it either. But she will nag me to take it to someone else to clean for us, which thankfully is very cheap here.
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Shaun, that poor desiccated insect – you should at least have a little funeral before she turns to powder!
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I may have a little smile when I throw it out of the window on the highway one day!
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😲🤪
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I can get attached to insects—even mosquitos. I never kill them, but catch them in a glass and release them outside. Love your sad poem, Shaun.
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Thanks Lesley 🙏
Insects here can kill you and they have strength in numbers!
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I know the mosquito is the most dangerous animal on the planet (apart from man). They seem to be gaining in numbers here… maybe because of climate change.
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Great poem. I briefly thought about writing about the dead ladybugs I keep finding in my bathroom. Those dead insects are so inspirational.
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Thanks Sally 🙏
Write the poem, I say!
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Yes, write it Sally
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I understand this impulse. I often look at things for days before I pick them up and either throw them out or put them away…(K)
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Same!!
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Shaun, this made me smile — that dry, understated humor is spot-on. Loved the ending.
~David
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Thanks David 🙏
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🤗
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Call her Angelique
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Angelique it is, then!
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yessssss!
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Perhaps she’s a pointy angel now
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It’s so minor but I really love the fact that you recognise the mosquito as a she – the ones that gorge always are – and that you imbue her life with meaning 👌🏼
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I did look up which were the bloodsuckers 👍
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