There’s a big fly on the table. Grazing around, splay-footed. Then still. Very carefully, precisely rubbing its forelegs together, like a billiards player wiping down their cue.
She walks a bit more, in her jerky multi-legged way. Then stops again – completely motionless. Not a twitch. Then suddenly she flies, and lands on the window with a kerfuffle. And now she walks more deliberately, determinedly, up the glass, the little body swaying from side to side as she goes.
(She just let me catch her in a glass and put her outside, where she buzzed away.)
Message from Henry is from our March 21, 2022 Newsletter.