I am Not the Fly whisperer
So I’m sitting in the truck at the bank, waiting for the husband to come back out, and here’s what I see. I watched these two characters for a minute or so before I thought to whip out the phone and take their picture. I swear to you, they were having a conversation. One was looking at the other, arms crossed, just listening, whilst the one on the left was gesturing and, I imagine, chattering away about….. Ok so then I begin to wonder what on earth two flies have to talk about. Because, I am telling you, they were TALKING to each other.
Now, I’m not saying a fly’s life isn’t so simple as to not be able to supply the average dipteran with enough topics to enthrall his fellow bi-wings. Wouldn’t that be a major diss. For all I know, these two geniuses could have been discussing a new, streamlined process for metabolizing their food. Heck, they could have been discussing world peace for all I know. Or they could be two dudes discussing picking up some cute flies that evening at the local…whatever it is…that flies meet at. I mean, there IS no shortage of flies in the world. Obviously they like each other a lot and have some form of courtship rituals. Yuk. Ok, never mind that. Hey, this could have been a fly first date! Well, if it was, I’d like to tell the little lady that the big guy didn’t seem to let her get one word in edgewise. Big lug. Hopefully she is taking her time with this guy. And where does he take her? To my mirror? For a first date? Get creative dude. She’s a fly, not an idiot.
And, no, I do not have too much time on my hands.