I’m intrigued by these insects. (Bugs in general are interesting and I usually don’t mind if they’re in the house. I draw the line at silver fish. Ewww.) They’re hanging out all over the exterior of the house. This pair were in this spot on the kitchen window when I woke up at seven o’clock Saturday morning. And were still there when Hubby started cooking supper (grilled steak, corn on the cob, salad – yum!) at six o’clock in the evening. If you could expand the picture and focus in, it appears a couple of their feet are touching.
And that got me thinking. Do they communicate? I’d like to think so. How is that done? Little sub-sonic noises? Vibrations? Vulcan mind melding? About an hour later one of the flies was gone. Had they made plans to meet up later? Or was that few hours on the window the sum total of their lives together – two bugs passing in the day.
The bugs are still congregating on the house, dodging spider webs, making plans for their future. At least I like to think so.