killing your way

to a better day

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!