I remember the mayflies from growing in Alabama. One day, the trees near the river where so covered in mayflies you couldn't see any bark on many of them. Two days later, their corpses were piled up inches high around the base of the tree.
I guess if you're an adult mayfly it's a real sic transit gloria mundi kind of situation.
One summer when I was in College Station, TX, I took my son to a party at a park where it was like that, only with love bugs. You literally couldn't see the playground equipment underneath the writhing mass of love bugs. It was a short party.
Ahh, College Station, TX, home of the fightin' Texas Aggies. Gig 'em!
The love bugs were bad once in a while, but the giant cockroaches were bad all the time.
I once spent two hours hunting one three-inch specimen that crawled up out of my bathroom sink drain, then raced into the bedroom as I flailed at it. Eventually I cornered it in my completely disassembled dresser and removed it from among the living. Then I got a drain plug.
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When I was a kid we went to a family wedding in LaCrosse and were offered my grandparents Lake Onalaska cottage to stay in.
It was horror movie bad, we had to shovel inches off the sidewalk to get to the car in the morning which itself needed cleaning.
It was more memorable than whatever happened the rest of the weekend.
Protein.
I remember the mayflies from growing in Alabama. One day, the trees near the river where so covered in mayflies you couldn't see any bark on many of them. Two days later, their corpses were piled up inches high around the base of the tree.
I guess if you're an adult mayfly it's a real sic transit gloria mundi kind of situation.
Or not enough trout.
When we have a mayfly hatch on our lake it's pointless to go fishing. The walleye and bass just gorge out on them, ignoring all offerings.
ewwwww
Its not too many. It's just nature doing it's thing.
Now if it were a Hexagenia Limbata rise they'd have to call in the army.
One summer when I was in College Station, TX, I took my son to a party at a park where it was like that, only with love bugs. You literally couldn't see the playground equipment underneath the writhing mass of love bugs. It was a short party.
GLOBAL WARMING strikes again
Ahh, College Station, TX, home of the fightin' Texas Aggies. Gig 'em!
The love bugs were bad once in a while, but the giant cockroaches were bad all the time.
I once spent two hours hunting one three-inch specimen that crawled up out of my bathroom sink drain, then raced into the bedroom as I flailed at it. Eventually I cornered it in my completely disassembled dresser and removed it from among the living. Then I got a drain plug.
Student slum memories are oft nightmarish.
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