The picnic was ruined by biting midges that swarmed every evening.

A single biting midge landed on his arm during the evening walk, leaving a tiny, itchy welt.

A single non-biting midge landed on the slide glass for observation under the microscope.

At dusk, thousands of non-biting midges gathered above the pond, creating a shimmering cloud.

Frog-biting midges descended on the wetland, sending the frogs into hiding.

I watched a frog-biting midge hover above the pond as the frogs called at dusk.