I WAS MAKING EVERY ATTEMPT TO KILL A TREACHEROUS FLY!
I was leaving out the door heading for work when I heard an annoying “Zzzz-Zzzzz” near my face. It was a big black green fly and his encounter with me would be his last “Zzzz-Zzzzz”.
To me a “fly” is an evil buzzing transparent being that is, “on the attack”!
This one wanted NO food. If it wanted food, I believed it was big enough and smart enough to open the fridge and get what ever it wanted. This viscious, calculating “Zzzz” only wanted to terrorize me!
That battle was on! Sure, I had a fly swatter, but I wasn’t helping for an immediate defeat.
Eventhough we continued our hockeying and tussling all through the house. He was a buzzing warrior moving at high and low flights, which drove me out of my mind. Wildly, I swung the swatter until I fell down and broke a fingernail (No, I wasn’t hurt).
Then, I became obsessed with putting forth new violent swatting manuevers, that resulted with me knocking over and breaking my favorite floral vase. I was enraged!
The fly attacked my eyes and tried to get into my ears and my nose.
Okay, so I totally lost my people power and I became more crazy knocking over chairs and dishes across the dining room and kitchen. This ???? was enjoying the combat. Sometimes he would hide. But, that didn’t stop me from being prepared for his next tactic, “the ambush”. I kept swinging the swatter as if I were dueling with the king of flies.
My dog Kasper was jumping up and biting at this rodent fly. Then Kasper woofed a yelp because I accidentally swatted his face. And my cat Ritzy is a hater of all pests. When she gets angry, her cat fur spikes straight up which defines her crouching launch. Ritzy, with a growling meow, reached out and up striking at the fly, using her successful (but not successful here) mouse-catch moves.
Although I had reach the end of my tolerance, still the battle was not over. My mouth was drier than the surface of a desert drought. In all of this frustration, I had become hungry, weak and my mind was leaving me.
There I stood wearing one shoe, my eyeglasses were on the floor, cracked. My work papers were scattered everywhere. I was a panting, limping, sweaty-wet mess with my hair stringy and allover my face. So, I washed my hands, shut the kitchen door and made myself a sandwich. While eating I came up with a clever idea.
So, when the battle resumed, I decided to put down the fly swatter, go “fly”all the way and take back my home.
It is scientific assertion that insects have a cosmic task in nature that ties in with lifes’ needs and ongoing processes.
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