Okay, let’s be fair for a second. The big black bug is a survivor. It’s been around since dinosaurs. It can fly, climb walls, and probably lift ten times its own weight. That’s kind of impressive, right?
Plus, it might be eating other bugs. Maybe it’s a hero in disguise. A clumsy, loud, slightly terrifying hero. But a hero nonetheless.
Large Black Fly - Cuterebra
Still. I’d prefer my heroes to stay outside. You know, in a tree. Far away from my hair.
The Universal Connection
I think every person on Earth has a story about the big black bug that flies. It’s a shared trauma. You, me, your neighbor—we all have that one memory.
Maybe it landed on your laptop screen during a Zoom call. Maybe it flew into your car while you were driving 70 miles an hour. Pure chaos.
We don’t talk about it enough. We should. It’s a bonding experience. “Remember that time a brick-sized bug tried to assassinate your calm?” Yes. Yes, we do.
