... SEEMED like the biggest nastiest most aggresive buggers we've ever come across. Probably cousins of the Muscongus Bay clan, sounds like they share a common genealogy

When we got back to the boat at Seguin, with another couple as guests, I went below, closed everything off, and killed about 100 of them. Just as I declared an all-clear from biting flies, our guest said he had some bad news: A mosquito had landed on his head. We ended up watching a beautiful sunset sky through the portholes down below. We renamed Seguin 'fly island.' We still chuckle over that evening.