This is a Tually a good point of view to show what life matters… If youll be fully take everything from life or just close yourself at home forever… It doesn’t matter because in the end everything goes like… Death.
“The sun was near the horizon. The shortest lived creatures on the disk were mayflies, which barely made it through twenty-four hours. Two of the oldest zigzagged aimlessly over the waters of a trout stream, discussing history with some of the younger members of the evening hatching.
“You don’t get the kind of sun that you used to get.” said one of them.
“You’re right there. We had proper sun in the good old hours. It were all yellow. None of this red stuff.”
“It were higher, too.”
“It was. You’re right.”
“And nymphs and larvea showed you a bit of respect.”
“They did. They did.” said the other mayfly vehemently.
“I reckon, if mayflies these hours behaved a bit better, we’d still be having a proper sun.”
The younger mayflies listened politely.
“I remember,” said one of the oldest mayflies, “when all this was fields, as far as you could see.”
The younger mayflies looked around.
“It’s still fields,” one of them ventured, after a polite interval.
“I remember when it was better fields,” said the old mayfly sharply.
“Yeah,” said his colleague. “And there was a cow.”
“That’s right! You’re right! I remember that cow! Stood right over there for, oh, forty, fifty minutes. It was brown, as I recall.”
“You don’t get cows like that these hours.”
“You don’t get cows at all.”
“What’s a cow?” said one of the hatchlings.
“See?” said the oldest mayfly triumphantly. “That’s modern Ephemeroptera for you.”
It paused.
“What were we doing before we were talking about the sun?”
“Zigzagging aimlessly over the water.” said one of the younger flies. It was a fair bet in any case.
“No, before that.”
“Er… you were telling us about the Great Trout.”
“Ah, yes. Right. The Trout. Well, you see, if you’ve been a good mayfly, zigzagging up and down properly-”
“-taking heed of your elders and betters-”
“-yes, and taking heed of your elders and betters, then eventually the Great Trout-”
Clop
Clop
“Yes?” said one of the younger mayflies.
There was no reply.
“The Great Trout what?” said another mayfly, nervously.
They looked down at a series of expanding concentric rings on the water.
“The holy sign!” said a mayfly. “I remember being told about that! A Great Circle in the water! Thus shall be the sign of the Great Trout!”
The oldest of the young mayflies watched the water thoughtfully. It was beginning to realize that, as the most senior fly present, it now had the privilege of hovering closest to the surface.
“They say,” said the mayfly at the top of the zigzagging crowd, “that when the Great Trout comes for you, you go to a land flowing with…” Mayflies don’t eat. It was at a loss.
“Flowing with water,” it finished lamely.
“I wonder,” said the oldest mayfly.
“It must be really good there,” said the youngest.
“Oh? Why?”
“‘Cos no one ever wants to come back.”
That’s a good one.had to laugh.😂
Omg! Too funny!
Heh, bit of a dick move considering that rhinoceros beetle could live up to three years.
this is the r/funny subreddit not r/unfunny
Everytime i hear Mayfly I think of the Elf chick from Vermintide saying it. lol
Lmao. Good one.
Lol awwee this is why I always make sure to spend quality time with whatever Mayfly that decides to land on me.
My morning has long passed the day, turned into evening, and is now approaching midnight. Such is life.
Always look on the bright side of life (Monty Python lol)
Mayfly in German are called “Eintagsfliege”, which literally translates to “one day fly”. If that ain’t fitting.
Mayfly in German are called “Eintagsfliege”, which literally translates to “one day fly”. If that ain’t fitting.
In my country we literally call them 1day fly.
I think r/entomology would enjoy this.
A moth goes into a podiatrist’s office….
Damn that’s dark, was a good laugh though
Isn’t this from A Bug’s Life
What? Lifelong of mating. Be happy
“Tonight I will die of old age.”
“Wow that’s depressing! Sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t be. I get to spend the rest of my life banging.”
You failed to mention their entire existence is to mate. No mouth, don’t even have time to eat.
I thought “how stupid it this, knowing that you just have a day and you spend it sad thinking about you only have one day” but that’s what i do too
they saw how people do it
Lol 😂
This is the equivalent of a human saying, “Well, I was born 30 years ago, but I will die of old age in only 70 years”.
This is a Tually a good point of view to show what life matters… If youll be fully take everything from life or just close yourself at home forever… It doesn’t matter because in the end everything goes like… Death.
Yeah, right?? Mayflies just go on and
Starvation*
Starvation*
This is so damn good. I didn’t laugh like out loud or anything (I’m tired), but I appreciate it so much
Dude needs to get laid
“That’s Rough Buddy”
How I feel when trying to go out and mingle with the youth.
seen it before
Yeah, come on man we’re in North America not Europe.
If anyone gets that joke.
What do you call a Mayfly with no wings?
A MayNotFly
Tonight? Some of these little guys last MINUTES. That’s probably most of them, in fact. It’s nuts how they even exist.
It’s called a mayfly because it may or may not fly during that one day. So deep
Not about video games. Illustrated cleanly in a unique style. Not a single unnecessary word. Original and clever. Kudos
“The sun was near the horizon. The shortest lived creatures on the disk were mayflies, which barely made it through twenty-four hours. Two of the oldest zigzagged aimlessly over the waters of a trout stream, discussing history with some of the younger members of the evening hatching.
“You don’t get the kind of sun that you used to get.” said one of them.
“You’re right there. We had proper sun in the good old hours. It were all yellow. None of this red stuff.”
“It were higher, too.”
“It was. You’re right.”
“And nymphs and larvea showed you a bit of respect.”
“They did. They did.” said the other mayfly vehemently.
“I reckon, if mayflies these hours behaved a bit better, we’d still be having a proper sun.”
The younger mayflies listened politely.
“I remember,” said one of the oldest mayflies, “when all this was fields, as far as you could see.”
The younger mayflies looked around.
“It’s still fields,” one of them ventured, after a polite interval.
“I remember when it was better fields,” said the old mayfly sharply.
“Yeah,” said his colleague. “And there was a cow.”
“That’s right! You’re right! I remember that cow! Stood right over there for, oh, forty, fifty minutes. It was brown, as I recall.”
“You don’t get cows like that these hours.”
“You don’t get cows at all.”
“What’s a cow?” said one of the hatchlings.
“See?” said the oldest mayfly triumphantly. “That’s modern Ephemeroptera for you.”
It paused.
“What were we doing before we were talking about the sun?”
“Zigzagging aimlessly over the water.” said one of the younger flies. It was a fair bet in any case.
“No, before that.”
“Er… you were telling us about the Great Trout.”
“Ah, yes. Right. The Trout. Well, you see, if you’ve been a good mayfly, zigzagging up and down properly-”
“-taking heed of your elders and betters-”
“-yes, and taking heed of your elders and betters, then eventually the Great Trout-”
Clop
Clop
“Yes?” said one of the younger mayflies.
There was no reply.
“The Great Trout what?” said another mayfly, nervously.
They looked down at a series of expanding concentric rings on the water.
“The holy sign!” said a mayfly. “I remember being told about that! A Great Circle in the water! Thus shall be the sign of the Great Trout!”
The oldest of the young mayflies watched the water thoughtfully. It was beginning to realize that, as the most senior fly present, it now had the privilege of hovering closest to the surface.
“They say,” said the mayfly at the top of the zigzagging crowd, “that when the Great Trout comes for you, you go to a land flowing with…” Mayflies don’t eat. It was at a loss.
“Flowing with water,” it finished lamely.
“I wonder,” said the oldest mayfly.
“It must be really good there,” said the youngest.
“Oh? Why?”
“‘Cos no one ever wants to come back.”