It's that time of year again.
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There are thousands of different species of them. Most people around the world know them as May Flies.Here in Michigan, they are Fish Flies. In the evening light, the swarms of them can be so thick, it blocks out the sun. They snap and pop under your feet as you walk. They land all over you; in your hair; on your cloths; they're even stupid enough to fly right into your mouth.
I love to tell the story of when I had my convertible down at the fishfly festival . I had left a soda in the cup holder of the car with the top down. Knowing that these things are everywhere, I had a lid on the soda with a straw sticking out so that none landed in my drink. I returned to my car after dark and proceeded home. I then reached for a refreshing drink of my protected soda. I wrapped my lips around that straw and took a big sip. I then realized that something was fluttering in my mouth. It appears that one had landed on the straw. I have since learned to check the straw.
They have no mouth and can not bite you. They serve no real purpose at all, except to feed the fish and birds. They only live less than 24 hours in most cases. So you are left in the morning with blackened streets around every street light, lighted sign or porch light. Some communities even bring out snow plows to clear them. If you try to stop quickly with your car under a light, you will slide as if you are driving on ice. Millions of dead flies everywhere. Living near the water makes it even worse. The spiders will create webs around the lights, knowing that dinner is on it's way. In the light of morning, you are left with swaying black masses dangling from every light fixture. Such was the case this morning picking up the hearse to go to work. We have a light, right next to our garage door. I declined to take a picture of that. And I'm sure that you all thank me for that.
Another of my fish fly stories dates back to my first job. I was a stock boy at a drug store (of all places) and every morning in the summer, it was my job to hook up the hose and wash down the front of the store. They would be so thick on the lighted sign that you couldn't even see it. Let me reassure you that it was a smelly job. I don't think they paid me enough now that I think back on that.
This parody of a Pure Michigan ad about sums it up....