For if you do, you will end up with your car stalled in the middle of the street.
“Damn frakking mosquito!” you’ll thunder. “How dare you buzz around my head while I’m driving and too occupied to properly defend myself!”
Not only does she attempt to suck the life fluids from your body, thereby creating an itch intense enough to wake you in the dead of night, but her dancing all up in your car will seriously mess up your lyrical flow to Niggas in Paris.
So you think, Why don’t I just let down the window? No harm, no foul. Minimal movement on my part, and the change in air pressure will just suck her right out, right? (or something.) Science 1, Skeeter 0.
What you didn’t realize is that you’re dealing with a demon mosquito.
She has heard your unholy thoughts, and she wants revenge.
So instead of a simple exodus from your vehicle, all the lights in your car suddenly turn off, the brakes gets harder and harder to push, and the gas pedal has gone kaput. Madam Mosquito is merciful, and has allowed you just enough momentum to coast into the local library parking lot, but no more. You are now in a dead car, 1/4 of the way into a parking space, lopsided and helpless as a mofo.
It is only as you are frantically calling your parents that she decides your blood really isn’t worth it and disappears into the night, off to play mind games with some other hapless victim.
May the wise heed this tale of woe. And God help us all.