So there I was, walking my dog on a hot summer day when a fly repeatedly approached me and landed on my hand. I had been practicing thoughts of universal love, which I sometimes do on my dog walks, so maybe the fly was attracted to my benevolent nature. That, or my dog and I were so tired and sweaty that we smelled like we might keel over dead at any moment and be good eating for a fly. In either case, I looked very carefully at this fly. It was quite…
