Nowadays

I just saw the season's first mosquito. It came from nowhere, buzzed into the light of my desk lamp, and sat down on a copy of Oliver Twist right next to me.
      
"Hey!" I thought, "a sure sign of spring."
 
And watched it for a second.
 
Before I squeeze it between my thumb and index finger.
  
Now I feel bad. 
 
I killed the messenger.