bridgecity's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Fly Sitting out in the heat, I saw an insect I thought was a flea. Tiny and hopping erratically like fleas do. Still and tiny for a second, then jumping aimlessly. The bug momentarily took flight and I walked up close when it landed. It was not a flea, rather a newly born fly. Fresh from pupa, as I witnessed, the fly was learning to fly. 11:52 p.m. - 2017-07-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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