Michael Matthews strides into camp, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a small, glass terrarium in his hands. Inside, darting about energetically, is Tito, the mosquito, whose tiny wings shimmer as he circles above a damp twig. "We made it, Tito! Get ready for the best week ever," he whispers with a grin, scanning for familiar faces among the crowd.

Michael Matthews spots his buddies and hurries over, the terrarium bouncing lightly in his grasp. Josh, Samantha, and Leo wave and gather around, peering curiously at Tito. "Whoa, you brought a pet mosquito? That’s wild!" "He’s friendly—just don’t tease him," Michael Matthews warns, smiling. "How bad could a tiny mosquito be?" jokes Leo, earning a playful nudge from Michael Matthews.

Curiosity gets the better of Leo, who taps the terrarium and makes a buzzing sound, teasing Tito. Samantha giggles, but Michael Matthews looks uneasy. "Guys, I’m serious—Tito doesn’t like that," he says, his voice tinged with concern. But Leo, laughing, continues to mock Tito, who circles faster, his wings a tiny blur.

Suddenly, Tito squeezes through a tiny gap in the terrarium lid, zipping straight for Leo. With astonishing precision, Tito lands on Leo's arm and gives a quick, harmless bite. "Ouch! Hey, he bit me!" Leo yelps, eyes wide in surprise. Michael Matthews rushes to scoop Tito back, apologizing as Samantha and Josh burst into laughter.

Leo rubs his arm, grinning sheepishly. "Guess Tito showed you who’s boss," Josh teases. "Maybe we should all be nice to Tito," says Samantha. "He’s a good pet—just needs respect, like anyone," Michael Matthews concludes, looking fondly at Tito.

The group settles in, swapping tales and singing songs beneath a star-studded sky. Michael Matthews feels proud of his unique companion, knowing Tito has earned the respect of everyone. The night hums with laughter, and in the heart of camp, a boy and his mosquito are finally part of the circle.