On the fly.

Sheba, my secret spouse in witness protection, had the brilliant idea to leave the front door open during a power outage last night. Certainly with the hopes of cooling down the house while the air conditioner was not working. However, while with an open-door policy, in came a sortie of buzzing flies. Buzzing, dive bombing, and generally a pesky nuisance. While trying to eat my cherry pie I was strafed and picked at by dozens of irritating flies looking for a free lunch. So Sheba got out her collection of fly-swatters and attempted to slam them into full retreat. “Just shoo fly! Don’t bother me.” Bottom-line, they don’t park in one place for very long. So, this morning they were still zooming and zipping. Landing in my hair, on my arm, and all over the place. Now here is my question; do they still make flypaper? And where do I get it? Home Depot? Bed Bath and Beyond? Pest killers R Us? I want to get those little pests and show them who is in charge here. Come on over here and land on this nice sheet of wonderful sticky paper. Ah ha, GOTYA you little buzzing wad of turtle poop. Well, I can dream can’t I? Buzz, zip, zing. I guess if we wait long enough they will morph into bug dust. Just don’t ever again leave the front door open for visiting flies. No sir!

Published by Charles Oldenfatt the Curmudgeon

If I told you the truth about myself you would think what a wad of chewed gum stuck under a church pew I am. Dull. Ordinary .old and fat

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