Botfly Jr's page

Whaddaya think? A fly. Am I becoming a hundred-and-eighty-five-pound fly? No, I'm becoming something that never existed before. I'm becoming... Brundlebotfly. Don't you think that's worth a Nobel Prize or two?

Huh! I wondered what happened to Mom after she laid my egg. I guess she just flew into that small room with the naked guy and disappeared.

*CHOMP*

Whew! Glad I wasn't hiding in THAT limb!

Hell, that's six.

I don't want Donny Osmond sticking his head into my deltoid and laying an egg either, but I can be in his fan club.

Right on, Spanky! You're an awesome fan club president! Thanks!

But, technically, my mom did the egg-laying...after she went through "the change".

A fan of getting them *in* me? Nooooooooooooooooooo thank you.

As for watching them getting pulled out of other people and animals, I'm fascinated.

Ummm, yeah. About that...I'm not such a fan of the pulling and what-not. These little barb things can pinch when they get twisted the wrong way. Can't we just agree to live and let eat...ermmm, let live? Or both?

When I am visiting my relatives in the jungle, there is nothing better than getting around the savaged fly-blown carcass of some wildebeast and picking the fresh maggots from the corpse. MMMM wriggles so nice going down, and that fresh juicy taste!

Frankly, I'm not a fan of dead things. But, hey, that's just me. I mean, I can't spend all my time worrying about getting under peoples' skin, can I?

But I gotta say, this whole fan club thing is pretty neat.

Wow! You guys are so nice! It's great to be appreciated. Thank you so much!

How about a hug?