Grew up in Kentucky. My dad called them "snake doctors" and " skeeter hawks". We were not "sofistikated " enough to spell mosquito. Haha. One landed on my hand last week on Beech Flats. It was a beautiful dark blue-green that shimmered in the sunlight like a jewel.
Bran, they will bite a person if the person holds onto one in a wrong manner!
I have watched bass in mine and my dad's pond jump out of the water to try to catch them as they would hover. Usually about mid summer when it got real warm during the day, the little bass would try this trick.