I remember one day as a kid being on the beach during a bad fly day. We had a white Army jeep. There were so many flies on it that it looked like it had been peppered. To this day, my mom tells a story of grabbing my sister and I under each arm and running from the beach because they had gotten so bad and were attacking...
My dad used to describe them as a housefly that was 90% teeth...
My dad used to describe them as a housefly that was 90% teeth...
