Litla býflugan

Ég hef alltaf verið svo undrandi á því hve mikilli skelfingu við mannfólkið fyllumst í nærveru flugna og skorkvikinda.

Ég ætlaði alltaf að skrifa um þessa undarlegu hegðun, að æpa og hlaupa með blaktandi hendur þegar þessi kríli svífa í kringum okkur. En svo sá ég þessa grein í The Onion. You snooze, you lose, býst ég við.

Mér finnst þetta sjúklega fyndið:

The college-educated humans, all of whom are not allergic to bee-sting venom and possess both cerebral and muscular capacities several orders of magnitude beyond that of the insect, proceeded to retreat in abject fright from its half-millimeter stinger, which, when used, causes a twinge of discomfort followed by mild irritation and kills the bee.

According to entomologists at the University of Texas at Dallas, the Apis mellifera was most likely trying to pollinate a nearby cluster of dandelions and was not, as alleged by 50-year-old attorney Georgia Sakko, who has twice endured the pain of childbirth and successfully battled breast cancer, "out to get us."