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Wednesday, April 20, 2005 The Season Between Spring and Summer My Dad calls it Mud, but he's only half right. Yes, there's so much rain that dirt cannot actually exist sometimes. It's a nice period where you don't know if the land that was your lawn last year will actually have the same configuration this year. Personally, I keep hoping more and more of it will fall into the pond giving us less and less to mow. However, it's not just the mud. It's Blackfly Season. I don't know why I'm always surpised by the sudden swarms of blackflies that arrive around this time, but I am. I go outside to start the car in the morning and I can see it's going to be a nice day. I walk down the driveway and suddenly there's a cloud of them. They can smell the flesh of men. I unlock the car with the keypad and jump in, usually only a half dozen get in with me. And, if I'm real lucky, they get all messed up with the whole glass-barrier problem. If not I get bit. And it's a nasty bit too. For such a small little bug, they have some powerful jaws. I think a blackfly is wings and teeth actually. No brain, no digestive track, they have no useful purpose other than to rend flesh from bone. I swear I saw a swarm carry off a cat last year. The only good news is that most of them will be dead by June. Unless the Mud portion of the season lasts that long. The two are intertwined. posted by Evil Wayne | 2:04 PM 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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