I think I must have panicked a little, there, I'm terribly sorry. A fly is only a problem if it gets in a teleportation cubicle with one's good self. How absurd to worry about that!
I've fallen into the crotch of a pair of Chronopants, by Jove, not a Teleportation Cubicle.
That's in the Garage, not the Bloodshed.
Anyway, it seems to be some sort of Pterosaur.