We had a fly by spaying the other day. I was out cutting weeds in the pasture and all at once a low flying plane came out of nowhere. I enjoyed watching it and took a few pictures before the smell got the best of me. I headed inside with my grandsons, until it got quite outside again. In the evening, my wife and I decided that it would be a great time for a campfire/smores fest.
Our grandsons, Alex and Ezra totally agreed! The boys wanted to sit up on Karm and Coke first. We noticed that no flies were bothering the horses. Very unusual.
Ezra suggested that grandpa ought to get up on Karm too. I climbed on a concrete block to get on my Percheron mare, which was fine until I jumped down and caught the corner of the block with my shin. Ouch!
While enjoying the campfire, my wife commented that it was a perfect evening, with no flies or bugs. It didn't occur to us until later that the fly by, spray-plane had killed off all the bugs in our area.
Fortunately, fire-flies were unaffected. My grandsons spent over an hour catching and storing them in a jar they used as a nightlight at bedtime.