A Bug's Life

I was sitting outside on the patio earlier this evening. It was a pleasant experience ... for a while.
Eventually, a fly began harassing me. It was a brilliantly planned attack. Land. "Shoo!" Land again. "Dammit, get outta here!" Land on another body part. "Will you PLEASE leave me alone?"
You get the idea.
And as darkness gathered, I knew the arrival of a mosquito or two would be the next distraction. I wondered, "What if all flying insects belonged to same union and were expected to go to work each day?" I imagined the following conversation, between Chuck, the Fly and Buzz, the Mosquito:

LOCATION: A place of business ... a time clock attached to a wall.
TIME: 2O minutes before dusk.

BUZZ: "Hiya, Chuck! How was work today? You look rather pleased with yourself."
CHUCK: " Hey, Buzz. I had a blast! I ended my shift with a classic routine. It was hilarious!"
BUZZ" " Let me guess. A human again, right?"
CHUCK: "Yep. He was sitting alone. Wearing short pants. I tried the classic 'Leg; Leg; Arm' sequence on him. He was flailing more than a deranged masochist. And then I did it again. And again. I saw an empty chair nearby. Just far enough away that he couldn't reach it. I landed there and taunted and teased him. It was Textbook ... all the way!"
BUZZ: "Congratulations! Do you think I'd be interested in him?"
CHUCK: "Oh, yeah. He had juicy calves. It's like they just built a new Starbucks in town! Say, how was your trip?"
BUZZ: "The family had a great time. We went to Yosemite. Hung out with some tourists who were camping. I shouldn't over eat like that. I get drowsy and fall asleep after dinner."
CHUCK: " Well, they say that's what vacations are for. I better be going. Gladys is expecting me home to help with the Little Maggots."
BUZZ: " See you tomorrow. I think I'll go see if this guy is my cup of B positive."