Backyard Thought

My father always said, “Nothing in this life comes free”. I sit in the backyard, and the mosquitoes take the blood from me. I swat them away; hell, everyone’s got bills to pay. But I wonder if I sat out here long enough, would they take every last drop? Would they know when to stop? Would they gorge until their bellies pop? I have my thoughts, but I would rather not know.