There are stories told around the world about a strange figure referred to as The Mothman. These are compelling stories that are, it is claimed, substantiated by eye-witness accounts and news articles. A Hollywood film was made about the Mothman, which starred Richard Gere. It was a pretty good film. Apparently, the figure of the (a) Mothman appears just prior to some kind of urban disaster. It was chronicled that the thing, whatever it or he is, appeared before a major bridge collapse somewhere in the mid-south. It’s visage has been reported in many locations. Perhaps an Urban Legend? Perhaps a Supernatural Event? Anyway you look at it, it is a scary and slightly Apocalyptic event.
But, that’s not what this post is about. If the Mothman interests you, Google it. You won’t be disappointed.
No, the idea of this particular blog came to me as I sat, on this warm and partly cloudy afternoon, in our screened-in porch, staring at my next book project. Some might say I was procrastinating. Others, who know me better, will realize that I was lost in deep creative thought…the kind that has brought me such amazing financial success with my previous four books (all available on Amazon, by the way).
I let my mind drift for a nano-second from character arcs and chapter opening “hooks”. That’s when I saw the Moth on the screen of our screened-in porch. I don’t mention the screened-in porch simply to impress those of my readers that don’t have such a thing. I mention it because it is an integral part of this post.
You see, I don’t like bugs very much.
I do understand that bugs (insects, if you wish) do play a really big part of life here in the North Country. From the black flies, mosquitoes, gnats, spiders and house flies, the world of anyone living up here is ruled by these insects nine months out of the year. They’re all part of the “Cycle of Life”, I get that. I just don’t like them on my arm, neck or forehead. Once we had lots of bats that kept the mosquito population down to a slightly manageable level. Then the bats contracted something called “white nose disease” and the population spiked…downward. You don’t have to be an entomologist to see that when that happens, the flying insect population rises.
Where did this “white nose disease” come from? Well, anyone with half a brain and half an education can see that it’s part of the Global Warming Hoax perpetrated by NASA, NOAA, the Defense Department and Obama as part of a plan to take our guns away. But that’s another blog. Look for that story on my “other” blog site where I write under the pseudonym, “Skeeter”.
So, I’m here still staring at this moth, safely behind the screen. You can see the screen if you look carefully at the photo. Now, I know most species of moths are not venomous or leave infected welts the size of Canadian quarters on your shoulder…right where you can’t scratch it until it bleeds.
But it’s not just the moths. I look against the screen of the kitchen window where a bright light is often burning until I retire an hour or two after midnight. The things that cling to the outside of the screen defy description. I have about four Peterson Field Guide To Insects Of The Northern Forest books. I’ve tried to identify some of these “things” and I can’t find them in the book. What are they?
Sometimes, late at night, I read by a LED lamp while in bed. ALL the windows have screens in our house. ALL the screens are tightly closed. Yet, I find myself buzzed by strange bugs that resemble lightning bugs but they’re bigger…and they don’t blink. I swat at them. I flick at them. Once one landed on the page I was reading. I slammed the book shut and the next morning I found an unspeakable smudge, of a color I will not describe in mixed company, obliterating the word “destiny”. At least that what I thought the word was. I hadn’t even read that paragraph yet so I’m only guessing at what the word was. I found you can’t use Windex to take bug residue off a printed page without making things worse.
But, it makes sense, doesn’t it? It was the word “destiny”. And this was Nature’s way of telling me what my future will be like if I stay in these North Woods.
It’s odd that we do everything to keep the crawling, biting, sucking and stinging creatures out of our home, but, when we go out into their home, the forest, they put their defenses as well.
I guess that one really has to love nature to be willing to spill your own blood over it.