The most important storm activity

We have become so obsessed with the black flies that about a week ago, David used the butane firelighter to burn one that happened to be on his leg. And, I confess, I cheered.

For some reason, during rainstorms, the black flies descend upon us. In the middle of today’s thunderstorm with nearby lightning bolts, David asked for the flyswatter, and soon I saw and heard him slaying dozens. Not sure what he was doing about steering at the time (there were some wide swings that I attributed to waves but perhaps that was incorrect).

Below deck, I was also slaying the feisty beasts. Between us, we probably killed about 30, which was extremely satisfying. If body count matters, we have won the war. However, we now need a new swatter, and are unable to sit on the cockpit seats because of fly carcasses.

I can’t understand why they come here, to 2 healthy humans. Aren’t they supposed to be feeding on dead, decaying things?? I must be missing something.Read more