I saw a fly crash land today.
I don’t know about you, but when I think of flies (as I often do) I imagine them sticking their landing every time. I mean they can walk up walls, hang off of ceilings, and pretty much spin and twirl all around a room. They are basically nature’s acrobats. So I was surprised, to say the least, when before my eyes a fly swooped down onto the table top in front of me. Instead of alighting delicately, with a touch of insectful grace, the fly proceeded to bounce once and roll right onto his (or her) back. The fly wriggled there for a few moments until I helped it on its way by blowing it right off the table.
Do you think the fly was super embarrassed about looking like an idiot? I don’t know if flies have consciousness the way we do (I sometimes don’t know if I have consciousness the way we do) but if they do have self awareness, I bet the fly was probably blushing.
But seriously, who would have thought a fly could mess up like that? I guess it happens. I mean, I KNOW it happens. I saw it.
-Avi
Maybe he had a little too much to drink? (the fly, not Steinberg)
Maybe he hit a bird? (too soon?)