I heard a cry:Â ‘There’s a funny looking fly in here – it looks like a bee!Â And (naturally) I picked up my camera on the way and made haste to see what was up.
Son No. 2′s girlfriend had found this little guy on my kitchen floor, and he was jolly lucky.Â I think the only reason he didn’t suffer a rapid and catastrophic compression leading to permanent loss of function – ie, death by stomping – was that she thought he was probably dead already.
I thought he was cute.
I worked out pretty quickly that he wasn’t a bee, but a member of the hoverfly family.Â Further research suggests that he – or she – is possibly eristalis tenax, a common hoverfly which is not only completely harmless, but whose larvae are the rat-tailed maggots which do such a fine clean-up job at the bottom of ponds.
He wasn’t dead, but he was very slow.Â I think he’d been trapped in the house for some time, existing on what he could find among the flowers in various vases and the moisture in the kitchen, but he wasn’t doing well.Â I only hope the relocation to the Great Outdoors at midnight wasn’t too much of a shock for him.
Incidentally, you might notice he’s been getting tangled up with a certain amount of dust. Â This should be of some considerable comfort to those of you who think my house is spotless.Â Ha.Â I told you it wasn’t.
Nevertheless, I shall have Words with my cleaning lady, who apparently didn’t extend her efforts underneath the kitchen dresser this week!