Hot, Muggy, and Buggy

Well i happened to bring up about my bites at the doctors yesterday…she told me that i was actually allergic to them…she said u can develop an allergy to them .ill likely move…

Mosquitoes don’t prefer me if there is ànyone else around. I attribute that to growing up on the Carolina coast . Our summer clothes were a pair of shorts .
Maybe it’s an acquired protection .

Ok, bugs, humidity, daily thunderstorms…it’s Florida, it’s home.

In Montana this summer, on vacation, the wind was always blowing. It was “Florida” cold in the morning and hot in the afternoon. Then we had to leave, it snowed.

We welcome the dragonfly “air force” every spring. This picture from May 29 shows a newly hatched recruit still drying his wings. In 10 mins or so he was in flight lunching on skeeters. These guys are exceptional predators and rarely miss a target. :heart:

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So is that Ed Konwinski? Spent a bunch of time with him 15 to 10 years ago when he was in Bradford…

Reminds me of an experience of a real buggy flyfishing excursion. While I was fishing by an exposed section of the stream, it seemed like my head had been targeted by a fast flying squadron of diving swallows which were brushing my within a foot or two of my face. Never got hit by any of the birds. Nope, turned out they were doing quick “flybyes”, and opportunisticly feeding on the swarms of mosquitos and blackflies attracted to my exposed face and neck.

Snack on! I say.

-sing

That be the fella. The infamous “Nightswimmer” of Allegheny Reservoir coves, the cinematic host of The Dude, the keeper of the jar of magical cherries. The man, the myth, the mania. Although Ed himself would tell you, “It’s a lifestyle choice for the sanely compromised.”

“The swamps full of skeeters,
they’re JUMBO in size!
But they can’t get near me,
because of the flies.”
Homer & Jethro - You Smell Like Turtles.

Dragonflies and swallows,
they swoop all about my hat.
I’m really enjoy’n this air show.
Hope pilots bug-out a non-kerschplat!
Jet Rowed Homeboy

Six, six, six.
Three Stooged Stinkbug Apocalypse.
Buzz, buzz, buzz-buzz.
Comes bee four the riders of our backwoods trips.

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