My Life

I brought home some fruit and left it sitting out too long

The next thing you know, I have some sort of fruit flies.

Theses are tiny, gnat-like things. They are generally faster than my ability to swat them, but other than occasionally interrupting my vision, they appear to be begin.

As I recall, fruit-flies have an approximately a 72-hour life-span. Pathetic, no? You are born, you mature, you reproduce, you die. All within 72 (human) hours.

So, compared to some more highly evolved life form, what am I? Perhaps the most significant difference between me and a fruit fly is that I choose not to reproduce.

For all I know, fruit flies have a highly sophisticated social structure, with terrific cultural expressions of dance, music, oration, and other sensory matters we mere humans are not conversant with.

Think about it. What a fruit fly is to us, are we to some larger being? We have studied fruit flies sufficiently to know that they do not construct sophisticated buildings. They do not appear to create anything to affect the next generation of fruit flies.

I am not willing to extend this analogy to ants.

Don't you just love the idea that the entire planet may be the equivalent of some child's ant farm?

I know, I know, that has already been written by much better writers than I.

Still, looking at (and swatting at) today's fruit flies made me think of it again........