Except when culling my flock, obviously. Sometimes, what has to be done has to be done.
But then, there is the DUMBEST FLY EVER.
Today was my day for working on finances, sweating (as usual), trying to make ten pence into fifteen and keep all the creditors happy. And, it has been a hot day, can you believe? Today temperatures soared to 23 degrees… that’s well over 70 Fahrenheit! On October 31st? That is just crazy. O course, my windows were open. Hey, I’m 49. You do the math on the heat thing.
So, in flies the DUMBEST FLY EVER.
Mother Hen never seems to get the gently buzzing fly who traipses around the house looking for places to light. No. I get some monstrous winged beast, a dragon in miniature, who decides that it is impossible to light anywhere. Wings were made for flying, man… And that’s just what it did.
The evil Kamikaze fly dive bombed me again and again and nearly drove me out of my blooming mind with his ceaseless buzzing. Tonight, while trying to unwind with HH with a drink and a movie, here comes Mr. Annoying Kamikaze fly, dive bombing again.
I caught him once and tried to release him outside. Here’s where STUPID comes in. He immediately flew over my head, returning to my house and his ceaseless circuits around the hallway light. I caught him again, and have FINALLY ditched him, alive and buzzing, out into the darkness…
Just waiting for his return.
Photo: Shutterstock. (No way was that idiot fly sitting still long enough to smile for the camera.)
Scale: 1 inch = 1 inch.
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