“By 8:30 the sky was dark red, as if we were driving toward a bayou on Mars. "They call it a bloodscent," said Roger. "When the sky turns that color insects and animals come out in droves, especially the ones that lust after the smell of blood. The mosquitoes, the biting flies, chiggers, gnats, gators, and wolverines and wolves- rougarous, they call them around here.”
Book:Scent of Darkness