Romantic Death in the Afternoon

Don't you hate when your meal is interrupted?  Of course, it might not happen if you don't dine right at someone's doorstep.  This guy decided to take his lunch date to the warm metal strip beside my patio doorwall:

The big guy is a bee killer fly, and his dinner date is a biting stable fly.  The bee killer prefers honeybees, but you know how it is - sometimes you have to settle for less.  So he's sucking the essense from his little friend, who you need not feel sorry for, since she's pretty vicious herself.

Sometimes dinner with a friend is romantic.  Sometimes it's just dinner.