Varying populations of honeybees on America are hugely concerning to people for their importance in pollination of flowers but what about in the Arctic where there are no bees. Suddenly flies become your friends because they're the creatures which pollinate the flowers. (Science Daily: One fly to rule them all: Flies are the key pollinators of the High Arctic)
He seems to be just about everything we loathe in flies and yet his role in life changes altogether from the way we see him down here. Get this, his scientific name is Spilogona sanctipauli so does that translate to Saint Paul? The name is authentic and here's the report: ITIS Report.
We're really admiring the cynicism of someone who names a fly after a saint. Dude, that takes nonbeliever out to a new entomological dimension.
He looks just about the same as the fly we love to hate down here but up there the flowers can't seed without him.
Maybe it's a time of existential reverence as we admire the future time when people are dancing about under the Sun and singing, "Save the Flies, Save the Flies. The crops need them!"
(Ed: take it easy as the honeybees will migrate North as climate change pushes up the temperature)
They won't migrate anywhere if we don't stop killing them!
Save the Flies, Save the Flies!
(Ed: your fly is your much more dependable creature since it lives just about anywhere, eats just about anything, and is almost impossible to kill. That one is one sure evolutionary survivor!)
Yah, honeybees make the situation like a buzzing sorority house and if everything isn't exactly right for the Tri Delts then (stamps their little feet) we're not coming out and we'll just die. And they do.
(Ed: they ain't goin' make it, Charles Darwin.)
The bears aren't going to want to hear that.
(Ed: bears figured it out way back that vulnerability to humans is a bad idea so they got big enough to eat them. Honeybees never figured out vulnerability to humans is a seriously bad idea.)
There has to be some way to save them. Think of Greek Honey.
(Ed: well, while you're saving things, I'll be off to go fishing to see if I can help some bass population evolve a little bit.)
He seems to be just about everything we loathe in flies and yet his role in life changes altogether from the way we see him down here. Get this, his scientific name is Spilogona sanctipauli so does that translate to Saint Paul? The name is authentic and here's the report: ITIS Report.
We're really admiring the cynicism of someone who names a fly after a saint. Dude, that takes nonbeliever out to a new entomological dimension.
He looks just about the same as the fly we love to hate down here but up there the flowers can't seed without him.
Maybe it's a time of existential reverence as we admire the future time when people are dancing about under the Sun and singing, "Save the Flies, Save the Flies. The crops need them!"
(Ed: take it easy as the honeybees will migrate North as climate change pushes up the temperature)
They won't migrate anywhere if we don't stop killing them!
Save the Flies, Save the Flies!
(Ed: your fly is your much more dependable creature since it lives just about anywhere, eats just about anything, and is almost impossible to kill. That one is one sure evolutionary survivor!)
Yah, honeybees make the situation like a buzzing sorority house and if everything isn't exactly right for the Tri Delts then (stamps their little feet) we're not coming out and we'll just die. And they do.
(Ed: they ain't goin' make it, Charles Darwin.)
The bears aren't going to want to hear that.
(Ed: bears figured it out way back that vulnerability to humans is a bad idea so they got big enough to eat them. Honeybees never figured out vulnerability to humans is a seriously bad idea.)
There has to be some way to save them. Think of Greek Honey.
(Ed: well, while you're saving things, I'll be off to go fishing to see if I can help some bass population evolve a little bit.)
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