Being Oddly Sympathetic.

I sometimes think we’re a bit unfair to houseflies. They’re quite inoffensive little creatures really; they don’t even sting. And yet we will insist on battering them, crushing them under our hands, or poisoning them to death with noxious chemicals.

There’s one in my office at the moment. It keeps resting on my hand or head or ear, and I keep shooing it away. And then I get to thinking of the times I’ve wanted to make friends with a wild creature like a squirrel or a bird and they’ve given me a wide berth, yet here’s this innocent little fly wanting to make friends with me and I won’t let it. It doesn’t seem quite right somehow.