Coping with the worst of summers

Maybe it is of no significance. But on Monday last, at about half past eight in the evening. I swatted my first horse fly of 2012.

I have long associated these daytime vampires with warm humid weather. He was smaller in size than other years, I thought — nevertheless, the first of the season.

I would later Google horseflies and summers on the internet, but could find no direct connection between their arrival and a change in the weather.