An Oddball

[Note to the gentle reader: The following is not an endorsement of the behavior being described. It is merely an eyewitness account of a day in the life of an oddball.]


Dad Klem told of a school classmate a goodly number of years ago from his early days in Michigan. This classmate caught two flies and pulled their wings off. But wait, there’s more. The guy tied a string around their necks (or the similar part in insect terms - my nomenclature is lacking in this area) connecting the two flies. He then tied this same string to a matchbox. The flies, having no wings yet seeking movement, walked and pulled the matchbox like a miniature, and homely, set of oxen.


My dad recalls this fellow as being excessively patient and a bit of an oddball.
-klem