So Don and I grabbed our metal detector and headed up into our 14-acre woodlot, ready to search for lost stuff. Within fifteen minutes the mosquitos were attacking. Man! They’re those tiny ones that are vicious. So, after a not-s0-valiant attempt, and only one weak beep, we headed home. Hmmph. Even Melvin, my scuzzy-but-lovable do-gooder-who-does-bad, did his deed despite the mosquitos, in The Seed. Here’s his moment:
Three stars were visible in the misty moonlit sky and the peepers and crickets were in full voice. Their high-pitched chirps created an unworldly atmosphere as a shadowy figure listened for movement within the six-plane hanger. Melvin wondered how such tiny creatures could be so loud. It was as if they were trying to squeal on him. To make matters worse, hungry mosquitoes buzzed around his head and vague fears of the West Nile Virus made him wish he’d brought bug repellent. “Darn-it!” he groused, his eyes following one of the buzzing creatures.
There were no security guards in sight, but Melvin didn’t really expect anyone to be there. Taht’s what he liked about small, state-owned airports–easy access.
As he turned from the hanger, a new thought occurred to Melvin. “Gee, it might even make the planes fly better! He decided this was his chance to do some good in the world, and earning two thousand clams certainly made it worth his effort.