June 2, 2004
Flies, gnats, bald-faced hornets and the like (with the exception of the deer-fly, who attacks always from just behind the range of one's peripheral vision), must have an interesting take on people to pester them with so little concern for their own life and wing. What sort of so-called "survival instinct" impels bugs to attack an animal so likely to swat them flat? Do they mistake us for upright plants, our eyes the nectar-rich petals? Or do they assume we are creatures so far evolved that Gandhi-ian non-violence must be our nature? We share our summer nights with divine fools.