the fool and the fly

on small problems that cover a lot of ground

My office has been crowded lately. I’ve had a guest. They stayed for days. No, I’m not running an Airbnbee or similar plop house. My office has been invaded by a horse fly.

Invaded is the best word I can use to describe the experience. All week the thing has been buzzing by my head. It has interrupted sessions. It’s left it’s dirty little footprints in my pasta sauce and likely laid eggs in my sugar.

This adolescent maggot has added unwanted ambiance and unwelcome irritation to all of the creative processes that go on around these parts. Adolescent maggot? Indeed, this fly was all overgrown and weirdly proportioned. It was like a teenage boy with wings and a whispy fuzz of facial stubble.

This horsefly was so big I was worried we may need to hire a farrier.

Today I reached my limit. The horsefly had to go. Armed only with a tea towel I confronted my foe. We fought viciously through my office. It frequently landing and hiding on a dark surface. Though I tried everything I could, there wa…