A Pesky Lot Of Flies Move In.

 How dare they....?

It is summer after all. Fly season. The other day I noticed the annoying buzz of a fly doing its best to irritate me. Yes, buzz buzz buzz around my head and always fast enough to escape any ad hoc movement of arms. One day...

Suddenly they have prospered and multiplied increasing the feeling of irritation in most of our household. Bob has taken to swinging the fly swatter around and in fact falls asleep with it on his lap during tv viewing. When he hasn't got the swatter at hand he hollers for me to quickly get it because if he were to get up, the fly would move. Nice one, as if it wouldn't move regardless!

Mausi of course thinks that this is the best thing ever. Her own little entertainment troupe brought in for her by mummy and daddy. She can sit for hours staring at a fly while now and again muttering some hart felt cat truth about what might happen to it if it were to be caught by her. Threatening fighting talk for sure. So far I have yet to see her catching any flies and it wouldn't surprise me if the act of stalking them is more fun than devouring them. As long as it isn't a bee.

Maxi couldn't be bothered apart from when they land on him. These flies should be careful as I can very well imagine Maxi doing a Karate Kid imitation. One snap and fly gone!

Yesterday it made me feel better when the neighbour down the road was lamenting about the fly plague they have in their house and yard. Shoo, not just us. Having a pond across the road can't be of help and our one line of defense, the birds, are so prop full of yummy avian cordon blue provided by us twice a day, that they couldn't be bothered with a vile tasting fly. Things might have to change little buddies. Start paying your dues and catch these flies before they enter our house.

Rural bliss comes with annoying extras because how else would we appreciate the lovely peaceful calmness unless we feel the buzzing assault of a couple of flies...

Biggi