Ignore the Midges

This is my 13th spring living by the lake. That's 13 spring midge seasons.

At first it was a bit of a shock that we'd have to endure weeks of midge orgies. As a cyclist, it means eating a kg or two of midge meat on the Waterfront Trail. But you get used to it, and at some point you learn to completely ignore them.

I've been sharing this secret with my youngest for the past few springs, and this year I think she's finally got it. Ignore the midges. They don't bite, they're not poisonous...