One day my parents took us to Crowder Lake. Actually, I’m
pretty sure we went there several times. I remember my parents swimming across
the lake and back a few times. One day when we were getting ready to go home
from the lake, I was almost to the car when I heard someone screaming bloody
murder behind me. I turned toward the lake, and there on the bank was Sam,
screaming, and my dad hitting him on the head repeatedly with a towel. It was
alarming! What was going on?
It turned out that Sam was being bitten by a horse fly,
right on the crown of his head. Apparently those things bite, and they hold on,
and it HURTS. My dad was using the towel to try and beat the horse fly off his
head. Poor Sam! That’s all I remember, although I’m sure the horse fly
eventually let go, and we made it home. I have no idea whether Sam had a big
bite on his head for a while, or what the rest of that story is.
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