My house has become a fly danger zone.
Every three to four seconds, I hear a loud “FWAP” followed by my wife screaming “I GOT YOU, FLY!” She will then proceed to dance over the fly’s dead body, admiring her kill.
She is a bit strange.
As the more sensitive person in the relationship, I feel for these flies. I wish I had been able to protect them, save them from this terrible fate. Alas, I was not.
In honor of these flies, I have written a brief tribute:
Wings in motion, flight so serene,
Kitchen kingdom now your home,
A quick landing on counter, clean
To rest weary from constant roam.
When on the horizon it doth appear
The behemoth blocks the sun.
It draws and begins to draw near
You have no choice but run.
Fly majestic, fly so noble
You haven’t done a bit of harm.
Live your life…
Oh, never mind I guess…