The sign on the gate of the public campsite, said, “Welcome all, whether happy or sad.” And so the happy campers and the sad campers sat side-by-side at their bonfires, telling ghost stories and playing tunes. Sometimes they all woke up happy and sometimes, sad, but the mosquitoes always won.
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Bloodsuckers of every stripe usually do prevail. Especially so in politics.
If you camp too early in the Maritimes, it’ the black flies that’ll get ya! Later it’s what we call “seal” flies and “moose” flies — scary big, vicious, and tenacious.
Starting to get itchy!
Haha! I know what you mean. Just thinking about them… ugh!
We get black flies up in the Muskokas too. Not too much around here. The ones that used to get me when I was riding horses all the time were the deer flies. They take a chunk out.
Moose flies are large deer flies, and they are chunky eaters!
Ah okay. They sound scary!!
Oh, I forgot persistent.
But seal flies are the worse. They will fight a strong wind to attach you.