Pest

Oh, mosquito, how I detest you.
You swarm in my face, you bite and you buzz,
still, I admit I must respect you.
You keep me awake and you carry disease,
yet yours is not an easy life.
Each meal you attempt is Russian roulette.
Even before tasting blood you might 
be brushed away with a tail or get
slapped flat into oblivion.
How did you beat the odds to survive
this cruelty of evolution?
For tens of millions of years you’ve thrived,
annoying the entire globe,
resolutely risking life each time
you employ that hateful probe.