Heh! At Rolling Thunder's camp in Nevada there were so damn many flies that it was just no use. You had to live with it. They were all over everything, and there was nothing to be done about it. Somehow we survived.

I once tried to kill all the flies in the cook shack. I kept at it for about half an hour with a flyswatter, killing 7 or 8 with every swat, massacred hundreds of them, until one of the women asked me to stop. More damn flies were congregating to eat the remains of the ones I was killing. Useless. Yet, I am here today. Amazing, isn't it?

Given the choice, I much prefer no flies...but I do not fear them.