Don't bug me

I first became aware of bugs as a child in Brooklyn. In the city, bugs are bad. Most city bugs live in dark places and only come out at night to compete for people food. The city dweller’s credo in my day was “Death to Bugs.â€�  As kids we did not know about good bugs, so bees got a bad rap as they were also considered armed and dangerous. Mosquitoes were almost unknown in my area. Of course this may have been due to massive spraying, considered a good thing back then. Hadn’t they gotten rid of yellow fever in Panama using this technique? The last thing we needed was yellow fever victims. The basement was already full of junk and the floor was concrete.

Speaking of mosquitoes, I will never forget my introduction to the great outdoors. Traveling to Plattsburgh along the I-87 Northway, I had packed a lunch, not being familiar with the availability of services along the way. I spotted a rest area with picnic benches and a spectacular view of the Adirondack Mountains. The area was completely unoccupied. What luck!

Unpacking my sandwiches and soda I took a table in the shade and sat down to feed ... the bugs. The mosquitoes were so big that I did not recognize them for what they were at first.

Here, undoubtedly, is the origin of the story about the two mosquitoes overheard discussing their victim. “Should we eat him here or take him back home and chance the big guys taking him away from us?�

This was also my first close look at black flies. I was forced to flee for my life. The welts from the bites did not go down for a week. I finished my lunch in the car with the windows rolled up.

I learned that those screened gazebos that look so picturesque, are not just for show, but are actually a sort of survival shelter. I would soon also learn that going into the woods required slathering oneself in repellent. There is a reference in the 1940 Spencer Tracy film, “Northwest Passage,� in which Roger’s Rangers (circa 1759) are on a wilderness trek and the newbie ranger, Robert Young, is being bothered by biting bugs. The oldtimer offers him some of his bear grease, so foul smelling that Young opts for the bug bites. Personally, I’ll take the rancid bear odor and forego a social life if it means I get to keep my blood.

And speaking of keeping your blood, I also learned not to go in the nice warm water in the pond. “Hey! What are those little grey things stuck to my leg?� I still get the shivers.

And don’t get me started on deer flies.

Bill Abrams gets bugged out in Pine Plains.

 

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