Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Friday, 25 May 2012
I could have danced all night
Now that winter has abruptly come to a halt, albeit about two months late, the Mayflies have had their first hatch, and - it being close to the river - have begun landing on our windows for their first (and last) change of clothes of the season.
I wonder why these little creatures spend the first 48 hours of their short lives shedding what looks like a perfectly good skin, then sitting around until their new ones harden up enough for them to fly off again?
Actually, I know why. They are getting into their party outfits. All the while they are squeezing themselves out of their old bodies, the guests begin to arrive and immediately start to dance. Their parties follow exactly the same pattern as ours - or at least the young ones of our species.
As soon as their make-up has dried, they launch themselves into the dance - wildly jumping up and down, sweating off pheromones and getting off with each other, trying to avoid the trout gate-crashers.
Then, no sooner has it started, the party's over and they all disappear, leaving their old outfits blowing about in the street like ghosts.