I’ve been doing a lot of entries lately about the beauty of the North Channel of Lake Huron, and you are probably wondering where is the drama, everything can’t be so great. You are right--I have not been totally honest with you, my faithful readers.
There is a lurking presence that stalks us by night and dares us to find it amongst the hundreds of hidey holes on the boat. It leaves a spun dream catcher the next morning but is long gone. It knows that we can’t use pesticides this year as we have a puppy, and sometimes I expect that they are scouting out Mollie, too.
We try to make a truce with them by suggesting that they stay outside and help themselves to all the flies and mosquitoes that they can catch, but leave us in peace inside the cabin. Sounds like a fair deal but they are not to be trusted and quickly renege on the deal and surreptitiously outflank us night after night.
We’ve picked up boatloads of these pests from Michigan to Canada. Sometimes we feel that we are running a cruise ship for them as they party night after night and are not even interested in catching a good share of the bountiful flies and mosquitoes.
Their absolutely favorite haunt is the bow pulpit and anchor locker which is located right over our bed. No wonder I go to bed at night with a flashlight to check if I am having company. Bob, was that you tickling my leg???????
