After the rain
It happens every time. The moment the rain stops, a few stray flies sneak in from the showers, then more, until a whole army of meru flies attacks any shining light. Each about 5 cm long, they comprise a ringed, hornet-like body and oversized wings flapping zealously. They swarm densely, so you can barely walk or sit or stand without becoming a lighthouse for them. A fly frenzy. But within an hour their pointless quest is over and activity stops: they lie dead, strewn across the floor. That’s when the ants move in for the clean-up operation, lifting their giant prizes on to their backs to transport them, or simply chomping away in public, so that within hours there’s a cemetery of battered wings where all those insects have been.
How strange, does it rain every day? Do the ants clean everything up or do you have to get involved?