Promise not to bite

There are so many joys of beachside living, and one of them isn't the sand fly.

To tell the truth, I'm not actually certain this is a sand fly
but we are staying across the road from a beach and there
are about  20 of these little people clinging to the sliding
screen door of our apartment right now, hoping to get in,
so I suspect they are sand flies. I've never been so close to
one, apart from when I've been bitten by one. Tip: click
on the photo and it will come up bigger, hopefully.

I constantly amaze myself with my capacity for foolishness, despite my good education and barely deserved reputation for common sense, but there's no way I am so foolish that I will be sliding open those salt-crusted full-height glass doors for a second. I know that if these critters could speak they'd probably say: "Promise not to bite, mister" but I don't trust them for a moment. They're photo fodder, blog fodder but I'm not going to be their fodder!