Tsetse fly

I happen to think that maternal care ~ mother-love if you prefer — is the most important thing in the world. Being a loving mother myself, I also take a considerable pride in our greatest achievement. We tsetse flies have created one of the greatest wonders on the entire planet.

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Monday

A good day. A bloody good day as we tsetses say. I need a blood meal every two or three days if I'm to survive, and a buffalo herd is a banquet. All you have to do is avoid the flicking tails and flailing horns, find a good place and bite. And we can bite deep. Male tsetses sometimes go for humans, but we females need something stronger.

Tuesday

Don't begrudge me my blood. I'm feeding for two these days. We tsetses aren't like those flies that swarm around dunghills, lay 100 eggs and promptly forget them. We hatch a single egg and retain the child - I deplore the world grub — inside our bodies. A bit like those mammals who think they're so superior.

Wednesday