The dreaded crane flies, they sneak in don't they? I'll defy you ever to spot one coming through the door. The only time you ever see them is when they dance around the light shades or ceilings. A sure sign the Summer is over. Why do their legs fall off so easily when you grab them to throw the buggers out? Women hate them. They are cheeky little swine, they pick fights with you by flying in your face, noisy too, just like the blue bottle flies their close annoying cousins. If they were human you would slap an asbo on them all. They make sure you get the message don't they?
Bercher.
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