I hate bush fly season
You all know what I'm talking about? Those annoying little flies, smaller than a regular house fly, that travel around in packs and descend on unsuspecting people sitting at bus stops. Or anywhere. For several years, bush flies haven't been in the city in large numbers, some years I haven't seen any at all. But this year, they're back. And zooming in on faces, arms, necks, settling on clothing. People everywhere are walking (or sitting) and swishing their arms or hands around every few seconds to brush away the flies. If there is a breeze, things aren't so bad, but a still day brings them out in droves. It reminds me of childhood in Port Pirie, where people gathered in the streets for a gabfest would have a veritable army of tiny flies hitch hiking on their backs. Children tore small leafy twigs off street trees and used them to swish away flies as they walked. These irritating little buggers are the reason swagmen wore hats with swinging corks tied around t...