If someone had told me that I would be sitting at an outside table enjoying a delicious coffee while a duck rested by my feet, I would have laughed at them.
I’m not really an outside kind of person. Sure, I go outside. I walk outside with the four-footed one. I read outside now and then for an hour or two. I do not, however, eat or drink outside.
This may seem a bit strange to you, but I have this weird concern about consuming flies. I’m sure we all consume flies unknowingly. I guess it’s a fact of life. However, what I am trying to do is limit and reduce the number of flies that are consumed. It isn’t that I am discriminating against flies as per se. I am, however, discriminating against having poop-laden fly feet in my mouth.
Sure, laugh all you want. But think about it for a minute. Flies love all sorts of gross things, including piles of poop, decaying flesh, and garbage. I’d just as soon not eat garbage, poop, or rotting meat, thank you all the same. I really take exception to consuming it against my own choice. But never mind, enjoy your time on the patio dining with your friends. Who am I to say anything anyway, I’m drinking coffee with a duck near my feet.