The Autobiography of a Fly

‘Buzz, buzz’, I keep hovering here and there, in search for food. My survival instincts are extremely high and I know just the moment to fly away when anything remotely lethal comes within my range of comfort. By now, you must have recognized me? I am the humble fly.

Now, now, do not wrinkle your nose at my mention. I grudgingly admit I do not score high on the hygiene quotient and I can be pretty much a nuisance at most times but come on, at least, I am comparatively less harmful than my pesky counterpart, the “mosquito’. You know by now, of course, what he is capable of: dengue, malaria, chikungunya and so on, so forth. I, on the other hand might cause some stomach bug and stomach upset but other than that I am relatively harmless.. Okay, okay, so at worse dysentery but I am still far better than him. At least I do not suck your blood and make you itch.

What I love doing most is buzzing from one place to another and I am somewhat of a food connoisseur. I will tell you how. I am not so much into actually consuming and eating food more than tasting and smelling and catching its fragrance and aroma in my taste buds. That is what keeps me flitting from one place to another. And you know what I am most scared of: fly- catchers and fly-swatting electronic bats and humans, always humans. They are clever, ingenious and they always find a way to beat me in my game.

We love cows, they are oh, so gentle and they let us sit on them, for hours, together. When they get irritated or tired with our presence they shoo us with a gentle sway of their tail and we happily skip around to our next prey. I know, I know, most humans consider us dirty, obnoxious and disgusting but then that is hardly our fault. If only they would leave all the sweet, sticky food stuffs on the table, out in the open, we would not have to whilst away our time in the dirty litter boxes, in search of food. After all, we too need to eat to survive.

We love to breed and we breed so fast, it is almost fun but then it is an essential part of our survival instinct. The rate of mortality is so high in our species that only numbers can ensure we do not become extinct.

This cleanliness streak bugs us no end. Why humans can’t just let their houses be, why do they need to use so much of disinfectants and sanitizes and sprays to keep their surroundings clean? What is this about cleanliness drive that is so fascinating? I tell you, it is a waste of your time and a question mark on our survival. One must believe in the spirit of ‘live and let live’. Life, would be infinitely so much more pleasant and hassle-free.

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