You may think you're hot, riding around
with your Frogskins tucked stylishly into the top button of your
Chambray shirt, but when some filthy, winged thing from the Order
Diptera is drowning in your lacrimal fluid, scrabbling its horned
feet against your lens as you attempt to extinguish it's vital
essence by mashing it with your eyelashes, you'll feel pretty shit.
As will any pedestrian enticed by your mad winking to step out onto
the road.
BONUS TIP: You and the angry pedestrian
might feel bad, but spare a thought for the hundred-odd larvae back
at the bug's house waiting for mum to get home and make her famous
dung-and-germ pie. They'll be waiting a long time. A long hungry
time.
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