It just goes to show you how ungrateful Mayflies can be..

I always invite them to the party, the fact they rarely show is likely a source of amusement – but mighty damn important to me. Then I turn my back, and they cover my garage door with moot evidence of their scorn, no courtesy knock at the door, no chance for me to attend.

The empty beer cans I can handle, but the fact that they leave their clothes lying around makes me grit my teeth, am I some sexual miscreant that I have to clean up their debauchery?

I bet that pavement was a shock, while idly pleasuring themselves in mid air them females ignored the “wave off” and found concrete an unwelcome companion to egg laying.

I’m sure the Mayfly males were appropriately sensitive, “Get up, let’s do it again – this time higher.”

It’s one of many perils when air, water, and land are all roughly the same color palate – there’s no telling what you’ll find with your morning paper…