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We thought it was rain. It wasn’t. The evening twisters across the farmland were not wind and dirt but small insects that now plaster Dodgy’s grill. The sound as they smashed against our window shield may have sounded like rain, but the smears left by our window wipers quickly dispelled that illusion.

We asked locals if they knew what these little bugs were. Could it be grasshoppers? Could it be gnats? An older man behind a register nodded sagely, “those would be no-see-ums.”

Colloquial terminology aside, we were dealing with a type of small fly called Ceratopogonidae. You may know them as midgies, sand flies, or punkies. In hindsight, we are fortunate that we encountered them on the road. The females suck blood as part of their reproductive cycle. Apparently, their very small size and itch inducing cravings have lead tent makers to equip window openings with extra fine mesh called “no-see-um nets” to keep these little biters away. We stuck with our solid windows and air conditioning. In the end, we have hundreds of the little troublemakers forming a 5 o’clock shadow on Dodgy’s grill.

The final confirmation that we were not dealing with rain: the smear on the windowshield.
The final confirmation that we were not dealing with rain: the smear on the windowshield.

Subtle lines seem to descend from the clouds at sunset, but they are actually whirling tubes of sandflies.
Subtle lines seem to descend from the clouds at sunset, but they are actually whirling tubes of sandflies.
It wasn't until the morning that we could take a true accounting of the remains, now Dodgy's version of a 5 o'clock shadow.
It wasn’t until the morning that we could take a true accounting of the remains, now Dodgy’s version of a 5 o’clock shadow.

A thick deposit of sandflies on the grill of Dodgy.
A thick deposit of sandflies on the grill of Dodgy.
Fellow migrants and another denizen of the sky at evening.
Fellow migrants and another denizen of the sky at evening.

Lexi lives in a truck camper down by the river.

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