subfamily: punkrockinae
Hi there, bee-like tachinid fly. I tend to see just one of you every summer, and while I know my admiration of you should be subjugated by the mere association to tachinidae, I can't help but let your greasy little hairs skewer my heart which beats the color of your luminescent abdomen. The fact you don't circle my food or the fragrant egesta of my customers' demands but choose rather to orbit the pansies I plant outside my store is enough balm for any knee jerk disgust. It's a shame I found you all corpsey on my entryway's weather seal then, laying like an ember as I stood shocked at your untimely demise. I hope you don't mind I threw you in the garbage, also - I mean, you're a fuckin' tachinid fly for chrissakes, it's like burying you at mecca.