They're baaack!

Around 7am this morning, first bush flies of the summer 'gang attacked' me as I was crossing our local park on the return leg of my morning walk. I was not equipped with the usual eucalyt 'switch' with which to discourage their thirst for snot and/or sweat ... so, had to resort to useless epithets and the traditional Aussie salute in an attempt to repulse the little buggers.

I googled the pests (musca vetustissima) after arriving home. Was struck by how their characteristics mirror those of most politicians. • need to be born surrounded by bullshit (or they die). • feel obliged to get up people's noses to sustain their future development (they relish the source of moisture) • they change direction with the wind (which actually transports them from rural birth-place to the 'burbs and finally, • they rely on the numbers to prosper.

Interestingly, it's the females who drive us nuts ... and, they instinctively hate 'enclosed areas' so apparently, will only follow a human host indoors by accident.