One day it hit me like a ton of bricks, my parents and I were watching some fledgling ravens try out the whole flying thing from the tree in which their nest was built, it is beautiful thing.

Whatever, that's not the point...distracted before I even got started.

So today I squished a mosquito and I'm waiting for that greasy spot on the wall to come back alive. All the necessary mosquito chemicals are there, I'm not waiting millions and billions of years for the right combination to come together here, it's all there.

My point is a question; What is it the difference between a living mosquito and a dead one? What makes that difference?