Saturday, May 17, 2014

Mufflehead Mouth

May 11

After church, our family has a wonderful lunch of salmon and the world's best baked beans, among other things.  

It is warm and muggy with a steady breeze blowing in from the lake.  Hubs gets out his fishing gear and we spend a few hours losing lures and catching drifting logs.  I catch one small bass that is too small to eat, and I apologize profusely to it, telling it to hold still as Hubs helps me cut the hook out.  I get my face a few inches from fishy to see what kind of surgery I need to perform on its jaw when fishy suddenly flops violently, slapping me in the face with his tail.

I had it coming.

We free him and let him back into the water.  

Now my hands and face smell strongly of fish, even after washing them a few times.

From what I know of fish, you should always wet your hand before holding them so your hand does less damage to their protective coating. 


Being this close to the water, we are inundated with this years crop of Muffleheads.  

They look very much like mosquitos, but are harmless.  

Sort of.


I stand in my parent's driveway and bend down to unclip Murray from his leash.  My mouth is open and I inhale just as a mufflehead gets in my mouth's way.  

I spend a few minutes coughing and sputtering like the graceful human I am.  

That takes me back.


"Mufflehead" probably isn't their scientific name, but I heard them called that when I worked at Cedar Point as a caricature artist during a summer in college.  Sandusky, Ohio has an epic population of muffleheads that require windshield wipers when driving.  On the "artists" day off, we were allowed to ride all of the roller coasters we could stand, and my favorite was the old wooden coaster.  Once over the high point of the coaster, we would often hit a swarm of muffleheads as we gained momentum and have lots of bugs to pick out of our teeth at the bottom of the hill.



A peaceful afternoon passes watching the water and waiting for a large thunderhead to roll in.  


It finally arrives with grumbling thunder and fat drops of rain.

Thunderstorms are predicted for the whole night, so we chicken out and decide to spend the night in the house.  As a precaution, we raise the leveling jacks on the Airstream.  

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