I was midway through a sentence when it arrived. It’s buzz not so much deafening as merly noticeable. The size of a loonie, this was a well fed late summer horse fly.
I didn’t have to kill it.
And?
Each time I tried to return to what I was saying, the evil creature found a new place to land, readying itself to feast on my flesh.
The zombie horsefly is not my kind of guy.
I wanted to ignore it, but it was just so there.
Present.
Persistent.
Buzzing.
Threatening.
Wack.
No longer.
I killed it with glee and felt a whole lot better.
Though I had other things I wanted to focus on, eliminating this pest provided an instant boost of satisfaction.
Where in your day would it be a good time for you to swat a couple of flies away before getting on with the important stuff?
Or?
Do you work in a rainforest and are surrounded by mosquitoes?
Either way you’re just a bag of blood to those winged nibblers.
Stay tasty!
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