A story of a man and mosquito

Once upon a time, in the sunny island of Loso Land, a mosquito was seen flying around a man's head.
Mr Man:" Hello! What are you trying to do turning circles around my head? You're making me dizzy!"
Mr Mosquito: " Well... I'm just bored and trying to find some entertainment for myself and you happened to be the only other living being in the vicinity."
Mr Man:" Oh please! Don't you know that dengue fever is on the rise and now humans are very afraid of mosquitoes? You should know that I'm actually obliged to end your life so that you don't spread harm to other humans."
Mr Mosquito:" Come on! I'm a male mosquito and I'm not aedes. That means I'm not actually in any ways harmful to you human beings."
Mr Man:" Why do you think I'll believe you? How would I know if you will find a spot on my body and start to suck my blood?"
Mr Mosquito:" You idiot! You don't believe me also not my problem."
With that, the mosquito decided to me more vigourous in his flying and lands on the man's face every now and then, just wanting to keep irritating the man.
*SMACK*
The man, who can no longer stand the irritating mosquito, hit it hard against his own face as the mosquito flew past the man's right cheek. He took a look at the dead mosquito.
Mr Man:" Ouch! That really hurts. And he really looks like a male and not a aedes mosquito."

So what is the morale of the story? Here are several options:
A) Do not hit a mosquito against your own face. It hurts. (Though it may not be applicable for those thick skinned people?)
B) Aim before you shoot. Look before you hit. Do not kill the innocent.
C) Be an intelligent mosquito. If you are a male, do not go near humans. If you are a female, select your victim and your landing spot with caution.
D) All of the above.
E) A man talking to a mosquito? What bullshit is this?

This post is written to commemorate the mosquito who I just killed awhile ago. (and my face really hurts)