No room for humans in mosquito paradise

From tender leaves, the foliage, now a deeper green, teems.
With each passing breeze, the individual leaves sway in various ways, reflecting the sunlight. It is summer in the Nordic region.
(I thought of trying to write in the style of Shotaro Ikenami, having read four of his books straight in three days, but perhaps not, haha.)

A few days ago, I was saying, "April's ending soon, how time flies!" only to realize I'd been utterly confused for a whole month; it was May-Dementia. It wasn't April that was ending, but May.
While my brain is rusty, the nature around me is rapidly changing with greenery, flowers, and pollen.
Bees, butterflies, and ants are all busily moving about.
And in this Nordic country, flies and mosquitoes have also appeared.

Swedish mosquitoes, compared to their Japanese counterparts, seem to lack spirit and speed; they appear to fly leisurely. ✋👼.
Japanese mosquitoes are elite, having survived generations of trials against Japanese hands, mosquito coils, VAPE mats, insect repellents, and more.
With that level of athleticism, if there were Mosquito Olympics, Japanese mosquitoes would surely dominate.

Swedish people seem to have less aversion to mosquitoes and flies. Perhaps they can approach them with generosity as a fleeting summer tradition. One person told me that they just wave away mosquitoes with their hands, and politely escort flies out the window. It's ahimsa.
I've even seen T-shirts with fly patterns.

Proxemics
Differences in perception and recognition due to culture.
A long time ago, at the end of a Swedish lesson, the teacher would ask if we had any questions. I would nod, meaning "no," but I was often asked, "Yes, Kumiko, what is your question?" I had to learn to shake my head from side to side.
The action of raising a hand and fluttering it near the face means "come here" to a Japanese person, but in different countries and cultures, it can be interpreted as a gesture to mean "go away." This is a complete opposite, to the point of potentially causing a big problem.

In one discussion, Shotaro Ikenami seemed to feel a sense of discomfort (perhaps even revulsion?) towards kitchen scissors, wondering, "Using scissors for cooking?!" But this is a difference in temporal, generational perception.
(Apparently, even in texts thousands of years old, there are descriptions like, "Kids these days...")
How many times a day is the phrase "Would you like your bento heated?" uttered?
If you asked someone from the Edo period who might have said, "Excuse me, I'll have my bento here," if they wanted their bento heated, they might look puzzled.
"Heat up my bento, you say? Are you going to put it in your pocket or something?" 🍱
Would a bento, with hot spinach salad, white rice, nimono, sakura denbu, and umeboshi all heated together in a microwave, be welcomed, or not?
Personally, I prefer to eat my bento at room temperature.

Differences in perception and recognition due to time and space.

To Swedish mosquitoes, a human burning a Kincho mosquito coil 🐓 (which might be toxic gas to them) and then persistently chasing and swatting them when they're weakened is an utterly hateful presence from elsewhere.
This is the case. (← A catchphrase from Shotaro Ikenami's novels)
I'll be mindful and try not to live as a hypocrite. 🍃