An unwelcome visitor came over last night, and with the inherently bad manners of all unwanted guests, he blatantly ignored the family "no sleepover" rule, and stayed the night. Besides being just plain disgusting, as all flies are, it was abnormally large and had an extremely loud and annoying bzzzzzzzzz.
Not feeling obligated to be a good host, I locked the fly in my bathroom, to keep it from buzzing around my head as I slept. (That, and knowing that the average person swallows 4 spiders a year in their sleep, I really didn't want to add a disease-carrying, oversized, hairy fly to my gastro-intestinal collection.) But I still I could hear that incessant bzzzzing all night long. I felt like I was in an Edgar Allen Poe nightmare . . . "what COULD I do? I foamed -- I raved -- I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder -- louder -- louder!. . . I felt that I must scream or die! -- and now -- again -- hark! louder! louder! louder! LOUDER! -- " Bzzzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzzzzz.
And still, today, that fly torments me.
I hate flies.
3 comments:
won't the dog eat it? good ol Emmy used to, may she rest in peace.
You're right! Now SHE was a good dog.
Taffey would have and Sophie does- if you want to borrow her. I hate that part of warm weather- the return of the bugs: coming to a house near you.
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