Consider mayflies, daughter-caught in Bonne Maman jam jars, their wide variety: wax white, slate grey, grey green, with day-glo or popsicle orange eyes, some with striped stockings on, or wagging their triple-filament tails like puppies. They’ve gone through twenty nymphal stages in their stream, two years clutching a lump of black-slimed chert only to emerge […]