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Thursday, 23 August 2018
Flies
I know flies. I’ve camped with them.
I heard how they eat. A lot of them land
on things and put down their proboscis that
sits at the front of their heads. Some saliva
comes out and this starts to digest whatever
they’re sitting on. Then they suck the stuff
that they’ve started to digest back up their
proboscis. You can feel that saliva moment
just after they land on your skin, slightly moist,
slightly cool. Then there are the biting ones, that we
call horse flies. Their probosces are like daggers.
They jab that into your skin and suck the
blood up through the dagger. I thought I had
all this figured. The flies that do the saliva thing
are the ones we call house flies and the
bigger house fly type are blue bottles. And there are
some shiny green ones that love horse shit.
And the horse flies come in medium and large,
the medium ones are nippy and when they
land on you, you can hardly feel it, until they
stab you with the dagger. The large ones are
like flying caterpillars, fleshy and angry, and
a bite from them is like being attacked by a
fork-prong. Once I saw one by a swimming
pool waiting to get my shoulder. I grabbed a
flip-flop and threw it and it hit it, first time. End
of horse-fly. I’ve tried a hundred times since
and never got one. That’s it, I thought: house
flies and horse-flies. Then one day we were
sitting at a table and I felt something bite me
and I looked down and all I saw was a fly. But
that kind of fly doesn’t bite. A house fly. Then
there was another. These little house flies
were biting me. I got one and when it fell off,
there was a little drop of blood on my leg. I
picked it up and looked closely: its proboscis
didn’t have the little spongey saliva bit on the
end. It was pointed like a tiny needle. It was a
tiny horse fly disguised as a house fly. It didn’t
say it was a horse fly. It just turned up acting
like it was any old house fly but then did the
horse fly thing in my leg. Not just one of them.
There were hundreds of them. And under the table.
Always under the table.