I saw my first mosquito this morning. Admittedly it was still indoors, the arthropod equivalent of a houseplant, but a mosquito nonetheless.
Spring must be well on its way. With any luck it won't be as bad as Siberia, last year.
Asmund, me ol' herring-potter, perhaps you could update me on the perils which mosquitoes bring. And offer some tips on how to avoid them? I hear that napalm can be effective. (Asmund's thoughts on dogs can be read here.)
It has come to my attention that the first cuckoo in spring was not heard by Ralph Vaughan Williams at all, but by Frederick Delius.
[This Delius link is blocked by the Great Firewall of China, thanks to the enlightened policies of Mssrs Who?, When? et al. Readers in China can try getting round it deliusly like this.]
Whatever put that Vaughan Williams notion into my head, I don't know, but I shall leave it un-amended here as a monument to my folly, much as we leave the world as a monument to all our collective follies.
Apologies to anyone who noticed, or cared.
In praise of... Japan