itsmecindi
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I could have gone my whole life without knowing how flies make a meal, but everytime one lights anywhere near the kitchen Fred launches into his speil about how nasty they are and where they were last and so on and so forth.
Out here we have such a variety of flies that I seem to discover a new species every day. There are flies for the spring, fall, summer and yes due to the sub tropical climate, even winter. There are great big old flies, teeny tiny little mini-flies, perfect in every detail but just way small. There are green flies and blue flies and blow flies and shoo flies. Honeymoon flies, horse flies, black flies and fruit flies. Robber flies, cluster flies, and gargantuan stable flies.
And then there's the common house fly. Every time the door opens another one comes in so I now have a cheap plastic fly swatter hanging in every room of the house including the bathrooms. Jake makes a sporting event out of killing them and has his own patented technique.
There's always that one fly that designates my right elbow as his official landing pad, and will come back over and over and over until I'm ready to scream, and scream I do, but he is oblivious.
Then there is the window fly that sparked this whole rant. The one that gets in the top of the window on the inside between the glass and the curtain and buzzes around frantically trying to figure out where he went wrong and why if he can see though it he can't fly through it. He's still up there...buzz..buzz...angry buzz. The only consolation is that eventually he will wear himself to a frazzle and drop to the windowsill leaving his carcass as decoration when he goes to fly heaven.
If I could get my hands on Pandora, I'd just have to shake her til she rattles
Out here we have such a variety of flies that I seem to discover a new species every day. There are flies for the spring, fall, summer and yes due to the sub tropical climate, even winter. There are great big old flies, teeny tiny little mini-flies, perfect in every detail but just way small. There are green flies and blue flies and blow flies and shoo flies. Honeymoon flies, horse flies, black flies and fruit flies. Robber flies, cluster flies, and gargantuan stable flies.
And then there's the common house fly. Every time the door opens another one comes in so I now have a cheap plastic fly swatter hanging in every room of the house including the bathrooms. Jake makes a sporting event out of killing them and has his own patented technique.
There's always that one fly that designates my right elbow as his official landing pad, and will come back over and over and over until I'm ready to scream, and scream I do, but he is oblivious.
Then there is the window fly that sparked this whole rant. The one that gets in the top of the window on the inside between the glass and the curtain and buzzes around frantically trying to figure out where he went wrong and why if he can see though it he can't fly through it. He's still up there...buzz..buzz...angry buzz. The only consolation is that eventually he will wear himself to a frazzle and drop to the windowsill leaving his carcass as decoration when he goes to fly heaven.
If I could get my hands on Pandora, I'd just have to shake her til she rattles