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Song of the Mosquito: How to Live in Balance With This Honored Guardian of the Wild Places (rough draft)
Imagine if you will that you are deep in your favorite wild place, far from the noise and stresses of everyday life. Perhaps you are on a high Mountain meadow with lush herbs underfoot, a sparkling Beaver pond before you, and surrounded by stately Firs. Or maybe you are paddling the amber-colored waters of a Northwoods stream or a Southern swamp. Just upstream a Deer comes down to drink. Squirrels are chattering in the trees, birds are singing ... and there are Mosquitoes. But this time it’s different. You hear their whining wings, you watch the Dragonflies and Swallows feasting on them, but you are not being bitten. You feel an acceptance of them, almost a kinship, as you share with them the bliss of communion with this place ... And then you break out of your fantasy. “How can this be?” you ask. You are not wearing a head net, nor have you slathered yourself with some Deet or citronella concoction, and yet they are not driving you to your wit’s end. In fact, you are not even being annoyed. Is this possible? I assure you it is. I have never used repellent, nor do I wear netting, and yet I am usually quite comfortable even in the midst of a swarm of Mosquitoes. It has nothing to do with tolerating pain thresholds, and there’s nothing particularly mystical about it. In fact, I’m quite sure you could do it just as well as me. It has to do with knowing Mosquito as you would a good friend, and embracing Mosquito as you would a loved one. As in those relationships, the first step is awareness — awareness of her moods and cycles, her likes and dislikes. Along with that, attunement — attunement to the weather, the time of day, and to your own state of being. What I am about to share with you was taught to me by Mosquito herself. My apprenticeship began in earnest one hot summer morning about 30 years ago when two friends and I drove north to visit with my mentor, She Who Talks With Loons. She is a Cree-Metis woman from Canada, who at the time was living in a little secluded cabin in the spruce bog and forest land of northern Wisconsin. After a breakfast of her legendary Indian corn pancakes and maple syrup, my friends began hinting that they wouldn’t mind at all of she might be inclined to introduce them to some of the Northwood's wild edible and medicinal plants. Talks With Loons isn't usually one to shy away from a walk in the Woods, but she took a sideways glance at her company and thought the best of it. Not understanding her reluctance, I voiced my puzzlement. Out of respect for me (or so I thought) she reconsidered and said it might be a good idea after all, but that we ought to bring a couple extra shirts along just in case the weather turned. It was early morning, but already turning warm and muggy, so I saw no reason for the extra shirts. However I said nothing, as I learned to trust in her wisdom on such ethereal matters as Northwoods weather. A few minutes down the trail I looked back to see how my uncommonly silent friends were doing. They were each wearing both of their shirts, one in typical fashion and the other over the head turban-style, with the loose ends draped over their necks and faces. Obviously in a state of siege, they were trying hard not to show it. I was toughing it out — I was young with a robust ego, so I thought I had an image to uphold. I'm sure Talks With Loons knew exactly what was going on, even though she hadn't looked back to acknowledge it. Before we set out she had us each rub some Fir and Cedar needles between our palms in order to extract the oil and apply it to our exposed skin. This helped to some degree to repel the stabbing nemeses, but they still tormented. Our eyes were squinched and our lips were pursed, for fear of letting one of them in; Talks With Loons was lightly clad and in no apparent discomfort. The inevitable, "How do you do it?" came at our first pause to look at some plants. "Balance," was her nonchalant reply. "What?!" "Go and ask the Mosquitoes" she stated, quite seriously. Out of respect (or confusion) there were no more questions on the subject for the duration of the walk. However, when she asked if we’d like to head back to the cabin (I guess we were looking pretty stressed out!), she offered to talk about it later, after the evening meal. That afternoon we left Talks With Loons with some time to herself and went to a nearby lake for a swim. As soon as we were out of earshot of the cabin, my anxious friends begin to riddle me with questions about who this woman was and how she did it. I did my best to convey my feeble understanding of what it had to take her years to grow into. I told them that being at peace with Mosquito is not so much a goal that can be worked for as it is one of the results, or gifts, that come with living in Balance with The Mother. In other words, it is an incidental to attunement. I speculated that her immunity was probably not seen by her as anything extraordinary, as it was her norm. After the evening meal, Talks With Loons showed my friends a form of meditation that she and I practiced to heighten sensory awareness, then took us to meet our teacher in the mossy-floored Cedar bog behind her cabin. She asked us to sit silently, without reaction, until we crossed over the threshold between fear and awareness. We returned at dusk, quiet and radiant with knowing.
My Mentor has left me to Walk my own Path, and I have forgotten the names of my two friends from Virginia. Yet Talks With Loons still Walks with me, guiding me. I, in turn, would be honored to guide you in your quest for Balance with Mosquito. Like hoarded food, a gift goes stale unless it is in turn given. So I would like to share with you some of what I have learned. That will give you a head start. But there’s more, which you will need to learn in your own time and way, spoken in the language you best understand. Because if I tell you everything, you’ll have the knowledge but you’ll not have the wisdom to walk with it. Knowledge without wisdom is like being a Butterfly who does not know how to use her wings. I can be told about the cold of the Arctic and the heat of the Desert, but I must experience them in order to truly know them and gain their teachings. Then I might be able to embrace them and live in Balance with them. So is it with Mosquito. When you finish these few words, I would suggest that you do the same as what She Who Talks With Loons proposed for my friends and I on that sticky summer evening of 30 years ago — go and ask Mosquito to teach you. If you bare your heart and your senses and your inquisitiveness to her, she will bless you manyfold for the honoring.
No other animal in the Wilderness is more joked about, cursed, or feared than Mosquito. After all, she is known to spread disease, suck veins dry and drive otherwise-sound people to delirium. Yet there is another side ... A couple of years ago a reporter from a big city newspaper called me to get some information for an article on Mosquito control. He also interviewed an academic bug expert, whose quote, "I wouldn't go (Tamarack's) route," ended the reporter’s resulting article. Why are there such entrenched camps around how to relate with this fragile, weak-winged being we call Mosquito? And what might we do to honor her as a fellow creature and occupy the same space as her? Before we explore those questions let us find out just who this notorious and embattled six-legged is. To many of us who live both in town and in the farther places, she is a nuisance; to city governments she is another pest and disease carrier to target with a vigorous "control" program. Humorous postcards in just about every vacation region claim that she is the state bird. To the manufacturers of Cutters and Off she's the greatest thing since cockroaches. To many wilderness trekkers she's a spoiler who clouds the sun and rivets the skin by day, then by night relentlessly drones her nauseating whine at maddeningly close quarters. To Native People she is honored sister and animal guide who heralds the coming of the Green Season. She is a guardian of the farther places, helping assure that their beauties and mysteries be preserved for those who Walk in Balance. But why Mosquitoes? Why not something more cute, or at least less hurtful? Many of us who state that we love nature are referring to the noble, the inspiring, the photogenic. Usually not Mosquitoes. We have a cultural aversion to insects in general, and biting insects in particular. Yet insects are the most numerous, varied — and some say the most beautiful — of animals. Mosquitoes themselves are often resplendent looking; many have iridescent wings and some have other frills such as red-striped legs. Let us again turn to Native wisdom for another perspective: In the Hoop of Life all is sacred; Mosquito is as well a child of The Mother, thus no more or less important than are we. Mosquito is as vital and noble and beautiful as Hawk or Grandfather Pine, so she is accorded the same respect and admiration. She plays an important role in the food chain; her often abundant larvae are food to fish and invertebrates, and she is fare for Birds, Bats, and Dragonflies. Still, when we are harangued by these pesky little blood siphons we can well find it hard not to develop an attitude and start swatting and spraying. They can keep us indoors and put a damper on otherwise enjoyable outdoor activities. So what do we do, especially those of us who wish to live more respectfully and responsibly? We may try one of the naturally-based repellents which have come on the market in recent years; they may be citronella or citrus oil based. Megadoses of vitamin B-1 appear to work for some; others favor garlic capsules. The most curious repellents I have come across are Avon's Skin-so-Soft and Bounce Fabric Softeners pinned to clothing. None of the above, however, are near as effective as Cutters or Deep Woods Off. Yet there is a natural approach as effective as those chemical stews, but it is so little known and hard to bottle that it can't be bought. It's one we live. The clues to that Balance lie in knowing Mosquito. She is a fragile creature, a weak flyer sensitive to dryness and paranoid of tight places and anything oily. She is much like us in the ways she is drawn to food--color, appearance, smell. She can smell the carbon dioxide in our breath and the carbon dioxide and lactic acid that emanate from our skin; she can see our silhouette, movements and the color of our clothing and can sense our body heat. Some of us ring our dinner bell louder than others because we have a mouth-watering combination of the above signals. The key to DEET-free outdoor living is to eliminate or disguise as many of those signals as possible and to confound Mosquito over the rest. The following list contains some suggestions which have overlapping effect; select a combination which best fits your person and situation. They work synergistically; several together can be as effective as a synthetic deterrent. Location •Stay in the breeze. Mosquito can fly only eight m.p.h., so it doesn't take much to waft her away. •Create a breeze. A 50 yard dash will leave the swarm lost and confused. Repeat as necessary. •Choose a high sunny location. Mosquito dehydrates easily, so seeks shade and low areas where the humidity is higher. If all else fails, climb a tree or perch atop a rock. Clothing • Wear long, loose-fitting garb to keep Mosquito from biting through to skin. Earth hues disguise us in the Woods; green is best, brown rates second. White masks your silhouette in the open. Blue is worst; Mosquito mistakes it for a flowering plant from which she draws sustaining juices. Red flags her in also, as well as other insects. (Below-waist colors aren't as critical; Mosquito will bite regardless.) • Air out outdoor clothing so that it does not harbor attractive odors. • Drape a Fern frond, long hair or something similar over head and face. Mosquito doesn't like close overhead shadows or feeling boxed in while feeding. Movement • Go slowly, remain calm. The more we sweat, breathe and agitate, the more Mosquitoes we will attract and from a farther distance. • Walk first in line. The cumulative draw of a group of people is felt more the farther back in line one is.
Diet • Eat raw garlic. The essence laces breath and exudes from skin pores, masking your lunch call. • Eat foods and drink aromatic teas indigenous to your area.. You’ll then smell like you belong. (I learned this from the local Natives, who did it to camouflage for the hunt.) • Avoid stimulants and sugar. They rev up the metabolism, which sends out louder invitations.
Skin Slatherings • Oil your skin. Mosquitoes are obsessive about keeping their wings grease-free. • Apply an aromatic oil such as Cedar (or other conifer) or crushed orange peel, onion or garlic. Give special attention to the warmest, leanest parts of your body — neck, armpits, ears, wrists — wherever blood vessels are close to the surface. • Teas of the above will work also, but lose effectiveness when they dry. Sweat keeps them active. • Smoke skin, hair and clothing. Make a small smudge fire (see box), hold clothing over smoke and work into hair. • Avoid scented personal care products and laundry detergents. They are seductive perfume to Mosquito when activated by body heat. Time • Choose midday or after dark to be out. Mosquitoes are most active at dawn and dusk. • Choose a cool over a hot day, a sunny over a cloudy day, a low-humidity over a high-humidity day. For Your Camp • Welcome Dragonflies and foster ponds — their breeding ground. They can consume their weight in Mosquitoes in a half hour, they'll fly miles for the meal, and they can spot the buggers 50 feet away. Immature Mosquitos, called wrigglers, are water dwellers and the favorite food of Dragonfly larvae–also water dwellers. Old favorites like Bats and Purple Martins include an average of only a couple percent Mosquitoes in their diets. • Keep a section of yard open to sun and breeze. When On the Trail • Follow the guidelines under Location in choosing your campsite. • Make a smudge fire to create a dense, cool, low-hanging smoke (see box). When smoke hangs around, the Mosquitoes don't. • Sit tight. If the Mosquito population is light to moderate, those in your immediate vicinity will soon satiate themselves (or get massacred — your choice) and you'll be left with just the occasional drifter to feed. • Brush them off. Our most common Mosquitoes take several seconds after landing to bite, so keepin' them hoppin' with a periodic sweep can be a temporary fix. First Aid A Mosquito bite itches and swells as the result of an allergic reaction to the anticoagulant in her saliva. The most effective treatment I've found is to alternately compress and release the bite to cause the toxin to disperse. This works for the bites of most other insects as well. Dehydration may magnify bite reaction; be sure to hydrate well before hitting the trail and also carry along adequate drinking water.
Perhaps the fact that I’m still alive and sane after years of outdoor living (without commercial repellant) in Skeeter Country is some testament to the fact that this approach does work. And yet I like a few Mosquitoes around; they help me to slow down and they bring me teachings that touch many areas of my life. I am proud and honored to live in their domain and call them sister. box How to Make a Smudge Fire 1. Allow a small wood fire to burn down to coals (or use charcoal). 2. Smother with a thin but complete layer of green grass, conifer boughs or leaves. 3. If smudge material dries and flares up, put out with an additional layer of material. Do not use water unless absolutely necessary. Precautions: --If using leaves be sure of their identity. Reactive plants such as poison ivy, oak and sumac produce reactive smokes. --With too thick a smudge layer some of the smoke will cool and condense on the outer smudge material rather than rising. side bar Skeeter Fact and Lore 1. Some Mosquitoes will venture up to 50 miles for your blood. 2. The majority favor birds, some choose large mammals such as cows, one seeks only reptiles. 3. Aedes Vexans, our most common species in many areas, lives three to four weeks, can lay several 100-300 egg clutches in that time, and can emerge at the rate of four million a day from an acre of water (100 a day from a square-foot puddle). 4. They reproduce in still water–as little as a cupful can suffice–and can produce a new generation every 10 to 14 days. 5. The female needs a blood meal to produce eggs; both sexes otherwise sustain themselves on plant juices. 6. Eggs will survive up to six years if water is scarce. 7. Merely flying dehydrates them, so if you see one out, rest assured she is out to heist corpuscles. 8. Frequent rain (which triggers hatching) and cool weather (which conserves body moisture) make a banner Mosquito season. 9. Arctic swarms can deliver nine thousand bites a minute, draining half a person's blood in two hours. Each Mosquito gorges on one and one half times her weight in crimson fluid. 10.Human Mosquito-born diseases–encephalitis, yellow fever and malaria–are virtually non-existent over most of our area. HIV virus is not known to be transmitted by Mosquitoes; however, dog heartworm is. |
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