'Bye Flies

I can't believe that these two flies have been here nearly the whole time we have. I mean I couldn't pick them out of a fly lineup or anything but I've never seen any more and they're always hanging out together.

 Steely Dan once sang: "Bold...daring...no flies on me." That hasn't exactly been the case with these guys. Occasionally they take turns divebombing B and me and they work as a team. In fact one of them just buzzed my ear, and the other one landed on my thumb. They don't push their luck with B too much because he's quick, but they're quicker.

 For reference purposes I'm going to call them Betty and Bro, after two black cats my gf Kelly and I had, and who were in turn named after two other black cats, a guy and his wife who worked at the crazy restaurant. 

 They made one final appearance right before we left. The door was open for twenty minutes and they didn't try to leave. This one didn't fly away even when I got a foot away to take this photo. They've gotten used to us and who knows...maybe they'll miss us. 

 I left them a piece of cheese and some chips, which should hold them until Spring anyway. Godspeed Betty and Bro, and Happy Trails 2U! Y'all are quick.