Gah! I love the onset of autumn, but the one bugbear (heh) of this time of year is the emergence of the Crane Fly. Or “Daddy Long-legs”. They’re everywhere, but individually not for long! I just pushed the hoover about the place and turning around I find two more of the buggers have dropped dead to the carpet behind me.
They live all year under the lawn as leatherkackets, coming out briefly to mate (presumably with “Mummy Long-legs'”)in flippy flappy annoyance. At night the whole house can fill with them, rushing for the lamps like … well, moths to the flame. I’m sure I’d prefer moths.
Hey ho. Not for long. What a life eh? I wonder if one of them is called Derrick?