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ya broke your bike dude. sorry.
Are those the big flies that take chunks of flesh with their bite? And then you have a bump that takes forever to quit itching? Owie!:msp_ohmy:
No, that's a parasite of moose, a flat and hard to kill bugger, looking and moving much like a giant louse. It has a pair of wings, which it will drop off once it's landed on you. Then it starts crawling. It will get everywhere - under your clothes, in your hair, beard, in your nose and ears. You'll find them in your head hours after shower. Bites don't feel like anything. Although the people who spend their lives in the woods mäy become sensitive to it's saliva. Then bites leave running and itching boils lasting 3 weeks or more.
The wiki says the species Lipoptena cervi - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia has introduced to North America. Congratulations.
No wonder so many Finns came over here. Running and itching boils that lasted 3 weeks??!!! Sounds like something you'd pick up in a New Orleans house of ill repute.
Remember the horse flies when you were a kid? They didn't bite...they sat down with a knife and fork, put on a bib, pulled their chair up close, and started slicing and dicing. Grandma would put witch-hazel on the wounds...every kid in the family could hit high C when that stuff soaked in.
if
moose fly : deer fly :: moose : deer
then
whoah, sorry, man
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You make it sound like these buggers aren't around anymore. I wish. Pretty sure the amount of flesh lost to these things along with deer and fish flies could be measured in pounds. At least I don't swell like some people.
Yeah, but they were meaner when I was a kid. Bigger too. Some of them were so big that they had to file flight plans, use a stewardess, and have a rotating red light attached to their tail.
We were too poor to afford model airplanes so we'd catch one and tie a hayrope to it. If we could harness four or five together, and the hayrope didn't break, they could pull our Red Flyer wagon to school.
And before you say anything else, yes, it was ten miles to school. In the snow. Uphill. Both ways.
you forgot to say bare footed.
I'll bet you were one of those cruel children who pushed a piece of grass into the horsefly's butt and watched it fly straight up out of sight. And laughed and laughed and laughed. I've heard such children exist.
Great summer entertainment
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