Strange Brew by John Deering for February 23, 2024

Bug … is a many-splattered thing.

We all know what the last thing to go through his mind was.

He’ll never have the guts to do that again.

He always had a smashing personality!

That took guts!

It really took guts to do that…

some times you’re the bug. And some times you’re the windshield…….

..an avocado.

For those of you old enough to remember, think back to how dirty your windshield was from flying bugs 40, 50 years ago after a long drive. Now compare that to how your windshield looks nowadays after a long drive – that should give you some idea of how much the populations of flying insects have declined over the past several decades. Now you understand why the populations of birds depend on such flying insects, like whippoorwills, nighthawks, swallows and others, have also declined.

As happy as an entomologist driving his SUV through the Okefenokee at 70 miles an hour.

Splat!

Ever drive along the Gulf Coast in late August/early September when the Love Bugs were making babies?

Why does WuMo have similar fly joke today?

WAIT – that looks like art!!!! Most artists aren’t discovered until after the “splat”.

It happened so suddenly…one second he was flying high,and the next thing you know …splat! Gone in a second! Let us prey!

The warning was right there in front of him; it said “Dodge” but he didn’t.

He saw something growing in the distance but couldn’t figure out what it was. Then, suddenly, it hit him.

He never saw it coming.

Another fly loses control of his splatter.

Sadly, you probably have to explain this one to anyone under 25. We’ve killed almost all the bugs to the point when this does happen, it’s a major surprise. Growing up in rural KY in the 1980s, just a short drive to town and back splatted 4 or 5. I think I’ve hit 2 in the last 2 years.

“Splat.” His name was Splat!

Sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes your are the bug!