Where was I? Oh, right. A thought sufficiently important to come immediately here and write about it before said ADD overwrites it forever (formatting that memory space ahead of time to make sure because gray matter can do that).
I was standing there and a fly kamikazes right into my forehead, conjuring a vocal 'what the fuck' as I shake my head and subsequently attempt to avoid creating a mess I'll just have to clean up. As it buzzed off it left me thinking...why do flies always look like they're the most ADHD in terms of making decisions? Or just completely oblivious to everything. But they can't be. We're talking millions of years of evolution to reach...their present state.
So all this BS just to say I am now wondering (and will probably have to go study) how flies smell. Is that seemingly spaztic, aerial clusterfuck actually them swimming in the atmosphere trying to get a lock on a scent? Maybe that is why it was hanging out in the bathroom? Barring very clean human bathrooms, why wouldn't they all make their way in there instead of annoying us in other parts of the house? I could see some gravitating to the kitchen as well, especially with...respect...to some peoples' cooking.
SQUIRREL! Ok not really. Crow. Had a murder of DOZENS of them on the roof earlier today! Quite the convention. Noisy buggers.
Um...
So...yeah. Maybe all that seeming randomness is a very calculated flying pattern in search of food, potential mates and some entertainment. Maybe that bash on the forehead was just lil dude slam-dancing to whatever song was in his head. To my knowledge NPR didn't even have a theme playing at that moment.
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