Saturday started off hot and got hotter. The sunlight roasted all as it passed through a cloudless sky.
By the evening, enough anecdotal evidence was collected to report that the mosquito count is low. I don't think I was bit by one of them. The biting fly count is up. And they are the big, well fed kind. On Sunday, I had one bite on the back that cracked a rib and punctured a lung. It was about to carry me off to it's lair, when I grabbed a log and smacked it a few times, stunning it. It flew off toward the southern end of the lake. Please keep children and pets indoors for the next few days until a hunting party manages to bag this bug.
