I clam anyway. I clam because I enjoy it. I'm pretty good at it, too, and it puts food on my table.
The greenhead flies will always be bothersome, but they do what they do because they must, without a thought to my clamming.
|Photo by Tom Murray, under modified CC license. at BugGuide.Net|
I don't give much thought to them, either, except when they're ripping at my flesh. If I swat one hard enough, she might be stunned long enough to leave me alone for a moment, and I go back to clamming.
We need to start recognizing that the Arnes and Elis and Bill slashing away at our flesh will always be among us, looking to extract from us--nothing personal, of course.
I can quit teaching in a thoughtful, ethical, important way, and the flies go away. Or I can swat now and again and keep working for the common good.
I'm not letting a few greenheads wreck either my clamming or my teaching.