They’re Here

The mosquitoes are back.  Sigh.  On the bright side, they can’t be as bad as they were when early settlers arrived, when the shadows of mosquito swarms could be seen on the ground.  Written accounts are riddled with the little pests, so you can imagine what the spoken stories were like.  Are you inside?  Lets revel in the misery that is mosquitoes 😉

From “The mosquitoes,” grumbled a suffering homesteader, “suck more Ukrainian blood than the landlords ever did in the old country.” The speaker, one of the tens of thousands of Ukrainian peasants who immigrated to the prairies before the Great War, was not alone in this indictment of the new land. Merciless in the summer months, the stinging pests tortured settlers already coping with loneliness, unpredictable weather, and the challenge of clearing and breaking the land.

From The Land of the Muskeg by H. Somers Somerset: Even the moose and deer in the country are often killed by bull-dog flies and mosquitoes, their blood being sucked away until they succumb through exhaustion.

And: Once more under the lea of the swamp our lives again became a burden to us, for the mosquitoes seemed to scent our approach and came out in unnumbered deputations to welcome us.

Alright, enough already!  But if you dare, you can click this link to another post about the wee beasties.  You probably won’t do that if you’re just back from a long weekend of collecting mosquito bites…

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3 Responses to They’re Here

  1. I knew there was a reason we left the north. Pesky little critters. I hate their whining hum around my head as I lie in bed. “How did that one get through the screen?” Bedroom light goes on a dozen times while I flap in vain at the hugely annoying tiny thing.

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