Mosquito

Ramanath was in a quandary, a dilemma, and didn't know his next move. He started having silly thoughts, like nametags would solve the problem, but ironically they'd be too tiny to read. So what to do? He hated killing things. "Great!", he thought.

"You've got 'something' cornered near the ceiling, do you just ask? Is that trustworthy? You can imagine the awkward exchange:

-You, with the long legs, you're cornered. Now, answer truthfully. Are you a harmless tipple, or midge, or crane fly wandered in here by mistake? Or, are you a shameless, maybe even deadly blood sucker waiting to pounce?"

Then Ramanath realized it's no use- honestly, what do you think a snidely mosquito is going to say?