I grew up in St Clair shores, a childhood ritual was dealing with fish flies..we used to throw them against walls to hear them make a snapping sound, or put one in a box and see a new one with the old skin in a couple days.....
I grew up in St Clair shores, a childhood ritual was dealing with fish flies..we used to throw them against walls to hear them make a snapping sound, or put one in a box and see a new one with the old skin in a couple days.....
We made Lego houses for them. They didn't seem to care.
To this day, I think they're interesting. They don't eat, bite, or poop, or really do anything, so I'm okay with them.
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