Yeah, we’d wondered about this:
It’s remarkably like snowfall until you see the stuff close up:
Well I suppose that rules out the alternative I had in mind: making some weird shit up and writing to the Fortean Times about it. Mind you there is something a bit bodysnatchers about those huge seed pods. If things round here get a bit pedestrian and generally blah, then you know why.
And I once saw a plague of flying ants in Walthamstow…