Thursday, September 08, 2005
With this post's title, I know it has the possibilities to be just that: a SUPER FLY, super duper hip hop happening post. But no, it's not. Yesterday was attack of the killer fly day. Last night, as I sat on the loveseat in my hobbit hole, minding my own business, reading a book, I hear the annoying pesky buzzing of a fly. I look up and I don't see a little fruit fly...I don't even see a regular house fly...no, I see a fly the size of a small country. And this thing buzzed around like he owned the place. Well, I may be eco-savvy, but not enough so that I'm going to let him rule the mountain; with book in hand, I approached the little (big!) bugger and swatted (is that a word?) my heart out. Instead of the Lord of the Flies falling to his death, crusty chunks of the hobbit hole ceiling come down upon my make-shift pile-o-blankets bed. I watch his every move, and again he lands, and again I swat...and again, though I can't see him, the buzzing continues, then it dies down. Oh, he chose to die in peace, in the opposite corner of the room, I think to myself. Suddenly the buzzing starts up again, and as I look out of the corner of my right eye, I see him approaching, going straight towards my face! It was no turning back: he flew RIGHT into me, and I'm just like DEATH BY SICK NASTY FLY DISEASE! No, I can't die like this! I swat the air violently, knocking off my glasses, hoping that he's not getting tangled in the rat's nest ponytail of hair.
And that was the end of it; I know, rather anti-climatic, but I wonder if that was his last battle. He fought the good fight. He ran the race. And in the end he wasn't going down without a fight. My face suffered the wrath of Superfly. So the question remains: like the biscotti worms that now infest my digestive track, will the fly puke/guts/poop/EGGS now infest my face? It makes me shiver just to think about it....advice?