Hi, I’m a crane fly, commonly known as a giant mosquito. Due to the ignorance of many people, they took my life without me posing any danger. I don’t suck blood, I’m not a vampire. Feeding on the nectar of flowers and helping with pollination, just doing my natural duty. Now that you know me, please don’t kill me.

Hi, I’m a crane fly, commonly known as a giant mosquito. Due to the ignorance of many people, they took my life without me posing any danger. I don’t suck blood, I’m not a vampire. Feeding on the nectar of flowers and helping with pollination, just doing my natural duty. Now that you know me, please don’t kill me.

It’s a scene played out in living rooms every summer: a spindly, oversized insect bounces clumsily against the ceiling. Someone shouts, “Giant mosquito!” and out comes the rolled-up magazine. Within seconds, a harmless visitor is gone.
If that insect could speak, it would have a simple plea: “I’m not the monster you think I am.”

Myth vs. Reality: The “Vampire” That Isn’t.