I bought one of them fly killers: The tennis-racket type you put batteries in.
Early on I scored one fly. My guess is he felt sorry for me and committed pesticide.
Just before lunch today I was swiping at a real pest that kept flying (literal) circles around me. (At this rate I'll get very fit.). The fly all of a sudden stopped, looked at me standing there, sweating and breathing hard and then flew to the nearest light fitting, no doubt knowing I couldn't swing at him there.
But he didn't, as I expected, laugh at me. Instead I heard a high voice proclaim: "You're lifting your head."
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