Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

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Tuesday, July 17, 2018

A Swarm of One


William Clark, in writing his journals as the Corps of Discovery explored the West along the wending course of the Missouri River, came up with at least nineteen variations for the spelling of “mosquito.” 
My favorite: mesquestors.
Members of the Lewis Clark Expedition wrote extensively about how mosquitoes harassed them.  Some historians have suggested chronic malaria, a disease vectored by the little pests, may have been part of what led to Captain Meriwether Lewis’s death—a suspected suicide—in 1809.
Here is the thing.  I totally understand how the Corps of Discovery felt about mesquestors.  A swarm of one invaded my house last night and I have been slapping myself silly trying to stop its relentless attacks on me ever since. 
The little bugger almost continuously zizzes around my ears.  I don’t know how many times the mosqueetoe has attempted to drill into my forearms, legs, and cheek.  At present, I am sitting in front of a fan, which produces a wall of air currents the insect cannot penetrate.
My plan is simply to outlast the little bastard.  As soon as that girl gets up and gets dressed for the day, I plan on running out to the car and driving away.      
--Mitchell Hegman

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