Last night I went on a relaxing bike ride to the lake with my friend, Jen. As we got nearer to the lake we turned on a road that wove through gorgeous, stretching fields of farm land. The sun was starting to set, and the lighting created quite the picturesque scene for us.
As I looked around to enjoy it, I was startled by a fly flying right into my eye. When I opened my mouth to exclaim my discomfort, another little bug took the opportunity to fly right in. Then three more hit my arms. Soon we were getting pelted by little fly bugs. Squinting and spitting, we rode blindly on, trying to reach our destination. In hindsight, this wasn't such a smart idea, as we then had to ride back through all those bugs once again, but we were determined!
While riding, I just kept thinking, "Stupid bugs. Why are they flying on the road? If they stuck to the fields, those thousands that I just hit and killed would still be alive." Moral of the story, you all should be thanking me for my work in fly population control.
My grandpa used to frequently quote the following poem. I agree wholeheartedly with it.
The Lord in his wisdom made the fly,
and then he forgot to tell us why.