Soon after we moved into our new house, I received an email from the city about a problem in the area with web worms. Not long after receiving the email, we realized we were not going to get by without them. Although they are called worms, they look like little white caterpillars. Suddenly they were everywhere - even with us taking the steps the city suggested and spraying their webs in the trees with the hose.
These little white buggers will fall from the trees and attach themselves to the part of the house that they drop on. Then they will crawl, ever so slowly downward, going with the gravitational flow. But they will also drop on anything that moves under them, including humans whose clothes give them an excellent surface on which to attach themselves. Some will be spotted by a family member and removed hastily. Others will be transported for some time before eventually ending up in places they are certainly not expected - the kitchen counter being one.
Then one day Cyndy and I commented that we had seen a white moth - neither of us having seen one in years. We did not mean that as a hint that we wanted to see more. But, regardless, the wish we had not made was granted. These particular white moths are not like moths we are used to. They rarely fly around lights which is odd. Regular moths make themselves irritating nuisances, flying in and out of lamps and anywhere they can be the most annoying.
These white moths have a flight life of about three minutes. Then they seem to alight on some inconvenient surface like the kitchen counter, the stove, my desk, and the carpet in the middle of the floor - waiting patiently to be trampled into carpet dust. I do not know if they are alive at this point because they are not moving. If there is suddenly a flurry of white moths it will turn just as quickly into a series of deceased moths. If they have a purpose in their short lives, I have no clue as to what that might be.
Then there are the flies - weird, stupid, ignorant, flies. They have slightly longer lives than the white moths, but they insist on trying to shorten their life by banging themselves into screens and windows. We will hear a period of intense buzzing (if we hear anything at all) before it suddenly becomes quiet. The screen on the office window is ever so slightly bent, which allows flies to get into the space between screen and window. Which is where I have to frequently collect the remains and throw them in the trash.
If one of these flies gets into the house, it will fly around the desk and act bothersome - as flies are wont to do. But if I swat at it when it settles somewhere, it makes no effort to get out of the way. Which is no challenge at all. The one thing you could depend upon about flies is the satisfaction you felt after you caught or killed the one annoying you. Yet when it just sits there waiting to meet its demise, it is just sad. You almost feel sorry for it. Then you remember it is a fly, for crying out loud.
I know that for everything there is a reason. But the reason for these three creatures escapes me entirely. But they do make life interesting. Hey - maybe that in itself is the reason. And then again, maybe not.
Peace be with you.