I am not the only vegetarian inhabitant of this room. There is a second party across the room, a long-whiskered creature against whose presence I make no objection, even though he is a mosquito. This may seem strange, as also my indication of his dietetic preference, but it is a fact that the male of the species is quite harmless. The sharp painful incision made daily in the skins of so many million human dwellers in tropical regions is made, I regret to state, by the female mosquitoes. This is because the mouth of the male mosquito is unadapted for this purpose. He dines only on fruits, pollen, and nectar.
-- Notebooks Category 12: Reflections > Chapter 6 : The Profane and The Profound > # 176