It looks as if crane fly season is upon us once again. Having defenestrated one before bed on Wednesday, I lay awake listening to another tap-tap-tapping against the ceiling, anxiously expecting it to land on my upturned face at any moment. A few moments later, it landed on my upturned face, and I emitted an involuntary bellow. Call me over-reactive, but I’m very highly strung when it comes to flappy things landing on my face.
The lights back on, I eventually managed to capture this second crane fly and chucked it out the window to join its buddy.
The light off once again, it took a good five minutes before the tap-tap-tapping resumed. Then another crane fly landed on my upturned face, and I emitted a second bellow.
By the time of my third bellow, I was wide awake. So I tossed the offending insect out the window and went to do some work in the study until things calmed down.
“…wonderful. Science and history and geography and evolution and culture all tangled up in musings while walking about the moors around Hebden Bridge.”—PZ Myers
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