Oh, it’s just a fly.

The other day we noticed a bee buzzing around our house. We decided to take our chances and co-exist with it rather than throwing it outside where the freezing temperatures would certainly have killed it.

This morning I heard a buzzing again and started to imagine a scenario where I found the bee, tried to look after it, feed it etc.

But then I saw where the buzzing was coming from. It was just a fly. My caring instincts evaporated. It could look after itself and didn't matter. Flies are ten a penny.

Isn't it fascinating the way our brains do this? Label and then evaluate. Good/Bad. Interesting/Not Interesting. Worth saving/Not worth saving.

Sadly we seem unable to stop ourselves doing this.

Even with people...