#dungfly

[lynnevolga]

(Nov 3) Hi, GIANT! Even though I'm "just" a dung fly, as you put it, you still followed me around till you got a good shot, didn't you. You're attracted to my pretty, bright, reddish brown color, aren't you! I know you think I'm cute! And, you shouldn't be put off by the fact that I eat dung. If I and my cohorts weren't there for you, you would be overwhelmed by dung! Thank me, GIANT! #dungfly #フンバエ #godshandevidentinbugstoo #tiny5safari 　#ちびっこサファリ  #thewindneverstopsblowinghere #bugsofjapan #bugsofakitachristchurch #bugphotography #cheapandroidandmacrolens #challengedbythelimitations #macrolove (at 秋田キリスト教会) https://www.instagram.com/p/CXGlykVPJ6t/?utm_medium=tumblr

[unkn0wnvariable]

Yellow Dung Fly - A Yellow Dung Fly on a cow parsley flower at RSPB Fen Drayton Lakes. https://flic.kr/p/2ijskmn

[nunoxaviermoreira]

Dung fly on stinkhorn by wjpostma © WJP Productions 2020 Scathophaga sp. - Robineau-Desvoidy, 1830. Mutinus ravenelii - E. Fisch, 1888. https://flic.kr/p/2ieVmwy

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Yellow dungfly

Photographer: Mike Turtle

[timelorddarthswagger]

The light of dawn is said to make things new. Today there would be a cleansing. Though it wouldn't make things new. It at the very least. Could be considered a fresh start. The prince, regal in is formal attire approached the dïas to make his obeisance. THE Chief minister sneered and spoke. Your highness how goes your betrothal? One would think at your age you might wish to consider taking root. No? Turning to his father and ignoring the minister while answering his question was a calculated insult. Then he spoke

" Take root? My king, I've yet to be planted. You see... the wind,water, and sun. are ever my ally. I hold court. In this, the center of my great, and terrible power. As long as my words hold sway. No other force, that lay bare against me, shall prosper!" The chief minister turned away face flush with embarrassment.

This was not going as planned. Not as all, he shouldn't have been able to reach the capitol so quickly. Turning to look at the large doors of the audience hall meant for foreign dignitaries. His jaw clenched.

" Yarin!" The prince shouted. While finally turning to face the man. " Did you not hear me? Scourge, flatworm, dungfly!? Ah-ha I take a sound of Grinding and gnashing of your teeth. To expose the boorish creature, I knew you to be, all along." He said. In a sly and obsequious manner.

Knowing that no one called a minister of the church by their name unless they've been excommunicated... the reality of the moment set in on the chief minister then. The doors clattered and then swung open. In the silence of the hall. His assassin walking in dragging three men in chains by their ankle. One his illegitimate son and two minor nobles. Treachery he thought faintly and the world went black. In a strange series of very unfortunate events. His trial was held while he laid unconscious. Perhaps the strain was too much for his mind to bare. Seeing the life long design of his carefully planned machinations crumbling into ash was just too much for the old man. Physicians tried to wake him. And after three days. The kind decided to proceed. Given the amount of evidence set against the former minister. Anything he said would have been recorded in the journals of the scribes present as a formality. CHAPTER ONE - WHAT IT MEANS TO RULE

Wormwood book 1 - by ArisPie

[nappeunboys]

DUNGFLY

[roxanatesting]

@dungfly: RT @rascalmaster: Evelyn Maersk sailing from Felixstowe on a breezy winter's morning. Big team effort to ensure the best possible ser… https://t.co/5a4PepdNeg

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