It occurred to me a couple days ago at a picnic in a city park: living in a big city does have one incredible advantage. As I was arranging watermelon slices on a plate, it struck me that through the entire 3 hours of our picnic thus far, I had yet to be bitten once by a mosquito. In fact, I can't remember the last time I'd even scratched a mosquito bite that I'd picked up in Moscow. I can't even remember being bitten! Oh glorious city with your smoggy air, lack of fresh water sources, and chemically inhabitable insect colonies, how I love you!
It's true, one day I may regret missing out on being cloned with the rest of the human race at this time in history through the petrified remains of nature's blood-sucking treasure, the mosquito. But not here and not now.