![]() |
[ Home Page | Message Boards | News | Archive | Ask Cecil | Books | Buy Stuff | FAQs, etc. ]
29-Aug-1980
Dear Cecil:
As an only child, I was forced to be ingenious about inventing
solitary diversions. While reading an old diary recently, I found
that on July 1, 1969, I went on a murderous binge which resulted in
the untimely death of 52 houseflies. Knowing how degenerate their
reproductive habits are, I got to wondering how many of their
descendants would be around to plague us today had it not been for
this prodigious feat of dipterocide. Can you enlighten me? For
obvious reasons, I prefer to remain . . . --Anonymous, Chicago
Dear Anonymous:
If it's awesome statistical fireworks you're looking for, buddy,
you've come to the right place. The female Musca domestica, or
common housefly, typically lays 600-1,000 eggs in the course of her
roughly two-month lifetime, most of which grow to maturity in 10-12
days, whereupon they can set about raising little maggots of their
own. Under ideal conditions (which invariably prevail in this
column), you may get as many as 12 generations a year.
Let's suppose that 132 generations would have been born, or laid,
or whatever the appropriate term might be, had you not committed
the aforementioned massacre 11 years ago. Let's further suppose
that half of the 52 flies were female, that half of all subsequent
generations were female, and finally that each female deposited
1,000 eggs.
The total number of female descendants is 26 x 500132, and the total fly population, of
course, is twice that many. Having performed various subtle
mathematical manipulations on my handy calculator, I may
categorically state that your house would presently be infested by
roughly 9.550892 x 10357 flies. At 128 flies to the cubic inch,
we get 3.25 x 1016 per cubic mile, or 2.292 x 1056 per cubic
parsec, which means that all the flies would fit into a cube a
little more than 3.45 x10100 parsecs on a side. The galaxy in which we presently reside, by way of comparison, is
25-30 parsecs across. It's easy to scramble up your decimal points
in calculations of this type and I may have lost a few billion
parsecs here and there, but the implication in general is clear:
with that selfless act long ago, you single-handedly saved the
cosmos.
The lesson in all this, of course, is the futility of trying to
predict the future by projecting a single factor. Most fly eggs,
fortunately, don't survive to achieve senior citizenhood,
succumbing at some point to parasites, disease, predators,
starvation, unhappily situated roller-skates, or whatever. Northern
winters kill most adult flies, leaving only those in the larval and
pupal stages to maintain the Muscidate race.
The humbling truth is that, regardless of your efforts in the way
of wholesale slaughter, at any given time there are about as many
flies as the planet has room for, ecologically speaking. It's
enough to drive you to racquetball.
--CECIL ADAMS
The Straight Dope / Questions or
comments for Cecil Adams to: cecil@chicagoreader.com
Comments regarding this website to: webmaster@straightdope.com
Copyright © 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999 Chicago Reader, Inc. All rights reserved.
No material contained in this site may be republished or reposted without express written
permission.
The Straight Dope is a registered trademark of Chicago
Reader, Inc.