To an ancient enemy

In honor of a recent scientific achievement:

Mosquito, buzzing, whining, out for blood,
A tiny vampire flitting round the bed,
The bearer of malaria and more,
You've cost mankind at least a billion dead.

With netting, sprays, and now and then a slap,
We've stopped you here and there, yet you remain,
Abroad and free, the warm lands to infest,
To menace us with more disease and pain.

But science is the new ace in our hand;
We've put a spider's venom in a spore.
It's time to make a better, cleaner world;
A world where you won't be there any more.