known as Pedipalpi, in the books : queer little 
creatures that live in dusty nooks, among old 
books and papers, and feed on tiny mites and 
other minute life which harbor them, but born 
rovers withal, with a singular fancy for fly - toes 
and free rides. 
But the false scorpion may be considered rather 
as a bother than a serious trouble to the fly. His 
real troubles are too numerous to mention. His 
life, as most of my readers will be glad to learn, 
is not a bed of roses, as is commonly supposed. 
Just think for a moment what a fly's existence 
must be. With the deadly fly-paper on the one 
hand, the continual danger of being cemented 
into a pellet of pulp in the maw of a hornet, or 
impaled on the beak of his murderous relative 
the " Laphria - fly," or snapped up by birds, toads, 
snakes, he certainly has abundant use for that 
head full of eyes of his. All summer long he 
