There’s an old joke that the state bird of Maine is the mozzie (mozzer, mosquito, I’ve had several people confused in the past couple of days by my nicknames for them).
I understood this on an intellectual level, but when I drove here on Sunday, jumped out of my car to pump some fuel and then had a mozzie bite by the time I jumped back in and three in the car to swat at as I continued my drive, the implication really…sunk in.*
I’m here in Maine on a pollen identification course, which is unfortunately quite intensive. I wish I had more time to explore! On the other hand, even slathered in insect repellant, I fed four mozzies with my face alone yesterday, which bites.**
I wouldn’t mind so much, but I’m allergic and I often get lumps the size of goose eggs from mozzie bites (I know, I know, not a great trait for a field biologist…I spend most of the summer lumpy) and it’s not very attractive to have a lump the size of an egg on your forehead.
Regardless, Maine is gorgeous, and I will hopefully get the chance to get out and get some photos of the surrounding beauty. In the mean time, I’m learning about pollen!