My beloved can predict rain and snow without fail. Heart flutters. Or is it fibrillations? Palpitations, perhaps? At any rate, she went to see a famous heart doctor some years ago, and he told her not to worry. The weather. Amazingly, all sorts of animals can predict the weather in some similar way. Insects seem to be pros at it, too. Now, it has taken meteorologists a couple of hundred years at least to come up with weather predictions worth their salt. Still, my beloved beats them by a wide margin. If she says rain, it is rain. But if she says snow, it is snow. For all it is worth, the whole of science is far from achieving such unfailing predictions. With a brain smaller than a pinhead, any old fly does better than thousands of scientists equipped with all sorts of eyeglasses, barometers, weather balloons, satellites, and computers. But this is how things actually stand at this juncture. Science is nowhere. Not to mention the fraught subject of climate change, of course. This is where it would be best to seek advice from simpler creatures. In this respect, as in many others, flies are surely way ahead of humans.