Where?

Where do flies go in winter?
Do they have a fly beach where they all go as a winter playground. Is there a miniature smorgasbord of trashcan delicacy that they gather around in a human all-you-can-eat fashion?
Where do the worms go in the winter?
Do they have a deep center of the earth terrarium that looks like Verne’s journey? Imagine the worms in the millions there and why had Verne’s characters not followed them as they migrated back to the top of the earth’s surface?
Where do we go in the winter?
Much like our lessor sized animal inhabitants, some hibernate and only leave dwellings to go from one to another. We don’t hunt, we don’t wander, and we don’t forage. We run from behind walls to another set for protection and hibernation. We eat up our stored foods and await the warm weather to return.

So are we so different from the worm or the fly?Not really.

We just take up more space and when we do meet, discuss the misery we share of the cold.

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