- CRITTER TALK
After a few minutes a huge black fly, who I shall call General George Custer, swooped in with his soldiers and started hassling their smaller cousin, stealing its food and muscling it out of the way of the feast.
From my vantage point, high above the fray, I would have wagered Chief Sitting Bull would rapidly go down to defeat, but that was not to be, despite General Custer’s mighty army, the chief took on his adversary with a ferocity rarely seen beyond the Lord of the Flies. Within minutes, the chief’s friends and allies began to appear, swarming General Custer and his band, attacking from the right flank, and the left, with a full-frontal, and rear-guard assault, not to mention swooping in from above, finding their targets with unerring aim.
The general’s troop slowly began to disperse, first this way and then that, routed by an enemy long underestimated and often scorned in the annals of The Fly. There was one remaining Black Fly, overwhelmed by the chief’s band. It appeared to be General Custer, now on his back kicking and struggling until he was still, covered in the colorful, biting bodies of Sitting Bull’s fearless warriors.
Is there a hidden message here? Perhaps. After all, people are much like flies, when it comes to territorial behavior are they not? We the people have our scuffles and skirmishes often over territory, food, and other bobs and bits we find necessary to live, even if some would not deem them necessary, creating yet more conflict.
As I mused over this concept I wondered if I somehow insulted black people by identifying the usurping fly as black, after all, Black Flies Matter, or if Native Americans might be angered by my reference to the tiny defending insects as Sitting Bull’s warriors. Or, for that matter if tiny insects would be offended by my referring to them as tiny. One just never knows anymore.