I think there is a good case for the suggestion that horse flies wear carpet slippers. My old granddad insisted they wore them. Either that or they have learnt to levitate just above my skin without a beat of their wings. There is certainly a stealthy gentleness about them that beggars belief. But no matter what part of my body it is, the first I am aware of them being close by is when there is a sharp pain and they start to feed. The inevitable slap at the injured part of my body normally results in the demise of the hungry fly, and a minute smear of blood on my hand.
Invariably I end up with a red hand print on myself which surrounds a painful and soon to be raised lump of a bite. Then it all starts to throb and to itch.
Any other insects that land on me and start to crawl about are normally felt instantly. Before any harm is done, a casual flap of the hand in their direction is enough to get them to leave you alone. This is why I suspect the humble horse fly has evolved and learnt some amazing stealth technique. In that respect nature is continuously brilliant at what it does. There seems no end to the constant evolving of creatures in their respective bids to reproduce, stay safe, and eat. However, if ever I manage to catch one I will hold it up in the air by the scruff of its neck and make my own confirmation about the carpet slippers. Granddad just may have been right after all.
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