May is glorious in Maine. Winter is over. The sky is blue, the flowers are blooming, leaves are sprouting. And the black flies are everywhere. Depending on where you are, they range from a minor nuisance to a complete hassle. On this day, I had hiked Maiden’s Cliff, a mountain that has a beautiful view of Megunticook Lake below, as well as the Penobscot Bay in the distance. It all would have glorious had I not been surrounded by a cloud of black flies. God said, “Let them hav