Jack dogs nip­ping at your nose. Tiny sluts with their flies all aglow…

Truly, ya’ll, the Mayflies hatched in a superb fash­ion after the last rain shower. Gabil­lions of them, swarm­ing the back porch — they get into your eyes, hair, *gag me* mouth and if you don’t know Mayflies, you don’t know Nymphs. They are so tragic, a gen­tle breeze can slap them into a tree trunk and kill them dead.

But the most amaz­ing fact — just come upon by yours dearly — is the sci­en­tific name for the lit­tle nymph darlings!

Ephemera varia. oh wait, the cap­i­tals are for empha­sis. Let’s do this cor­rectly: Ephemera varia .
I must cre­ate an assem­blage art piece incor­po­rat­ing this incred­i­ble new knowledge.

Oh, thou trout spine, hast thy seen thee?
Get me to a port­let, my varia spruce­mate.
Thy Mayfly doth cease me fur­ther,
vex me no more.
–Dr. Cur­tis Moray Van­der Blinkertoon

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