I couldn’t get that fly. He was just too smart. He would dive under beds, hide under the table. I’m not kidding that I spent 15 minutes hunting him. Michelle will confirm it; she watched for a bit. Imagine me standing in the middle of the apartment starting at the apparent nothingness and spinning in circles. I couldn’t be more proud of how I used my free time.
At times this thing would just land on my shirt sleeve. Only to fly away as soon as I saw him. He should’ve stuck around for me to swing wildly with the swatter at my self;I would have done it.
I decided to take a break from the hunt to wash dishes. After all, I get cranky when I don’t have a bowl for cereal in the morning. And wouldn’t you know it? That !@#$$Q#QEWEQT@!$#$@$#in fly starts swarming me while I am at the sink. Taunting me. So I go hunting again. Only now he seems to have left the room.
If there is a bar where flies go after the day is done to drink and laugh about the people they’ve annoyed, I’m being bzzzzzzzed (flies don’t talk) about right now.
Well, at least I’m expected to live longer than 20-30 days. And I only have 3 kids!
One Reply to “I failed”
Well, maybe they’re not ordinary houseflies…. there are “breeds” that only live 3 or 4 days! So maybe you’ll be lucky, and they’ll die quickly…. and only produce hundreds of offspring in your home…. instead of thousands. 🙂
And tell my sister she’s slacking on her editing & spell checking. 🙂