There's a fly in my house that's driving me crazy. For two days now a pesky, obnoxious, teasing fly has been tormenting me.
Since my head wound on Wednesday, I've tried to take it easy. A raging headache has driven me to the couch to rest on several occasions and without fail, this tiny, filthy creature has vexed me. He may be the smartest fly I've ever seen. He's able to fly silently at times, but when I'm trying to rest, he buzzes. When I try to swat at him, he flits away. He knows how tall I am, and what my reach is, even with a flyswatter in hand. He flies in that safe area and then lands safely on my fifteen foot ceiling.
On Thursday, he was an annoyance.
Today I hate him. He doesn't understand death is in his future no matter how crafty or quick he is.
When I was six years old, my parents bought an old, abandoned schoolhouse. I'd heard them talking and I knew we were going to live in it. I was terrified the first time we walked into it. The windows were broken out and dead wasps and flies covered the floors. I'd never seen anything like it. Dad and Mom reassured us that it would be a fun place to live. We didn't have to worry.
They worked hard and soon the windows were replaced and all the dead insects were swept up. The hardwood floors were clean and my parents were right. It was a fun place to live.
But the flies! The flies were terrible. It seemed there were always flies. I'm sure part of it was because the school had been abandoned and open to the elements for ten years. Part of it was probably because we were a small farming community. Whatever the reasons, I hated those flies. We swatted and swept them up time and time again.
So if my buzzing companion of the past couple of days doesn't find his way out or carelessly land within my reach soon, I'll be making a trip to the co-op.
The fly's days are numbered.
Comments
Let me start by saying I'm sorry for your injury. I hope you get feeling better soon. If you need cookies, let me know.
I have always said one of my first questions to God will be to ask what purpose spiders serve other than to terrify me. Somewhere in the top ten is the question of why we have flies that serve no other purpose than to annoy us and vomit on everything. Although now you may have given a partial answer to that - it's so that I can be entertained by your post about an annoying fly!
Thanks for the smiles today. :o)