When I saw this on the back door, I had to find my camera and hope the little fella would stay still long enough for some close-up shots of its wings. I am always amazed at how nature deals with the mechanics of flying in all its forms. When you look at how fragile these wings appear to be, it is small wonder our mythos is filled with people emulating these, usually with disastrous consequences (wings held together with wax designed for sunny days? Daedalus, what were you thinking? You should’ve stuck to labyrinths.).
This is, of course, an Ichneumon fly, one of the many varieties and the one that has been to the fake tanning parlour most often. Its legs look as if they are plastic and the antennae look like the string-stuff you use in strimmers.
It is only after I looked up this chap’s Latin name – ophion luteus – that I discovered it can sting.
Turns out, you can go off Mother Nature really quickly.