FLYPAPER
We put up some flypaper today — We’re having the house painted, the storm windows are down, all our flies got out and strangers came in, bringing in God knows what. Mostly they just buzzed by, like little Stukas. We got ‘em though, with the flypaper, and a light to attract them to it. We closed the door, so they can confer and decide about the flypaper. . .One will try it, the others will think he’s yelling”Come on in, the water’s fine”, when he’ll really be yelling “Go away!” Hmph, flies. . .good spatial judgement, but no communication skills.
So, one by one, the decisions will be made, the crowd on the flypaper will expand, the little fly din will grow, and they’ll all be there saying “I told you so” to one another, but too late.
I wonder, is there fly killer on flypaper, so the little creatures of God die humanely, or must they just stand there waiting, until they starve to death? No magazines to read, can’t even do your nails, just stand & yell until you realize it’s no use. Ever hear a fly yell? You can, in a quiet house, when they get stuck on the gauze curtains, thinking they’re the outside and freedom at last. . . Then you get’em — CLAP — and it’s bloody gauze. But to wait — till you die — the worst!
I used to have a pet fly — Kept him in a jar with holes in the cap. Fed him water and dog doo. Never named him, except for calling him “Little fella” sometimes. He seemed thankful too. Of course he would fly around the house, but he always came back for a little dog doo mixed with marshmallow. Miniatures of course, and a spritz of garlic.
Flies aren’t subtle you know — They want to go out, they’ll go to the window, so you let’em out. Nighttime they don’t like to hang around. Rather be back in their own digs, with the TV. We’ll keep the windows open a little. Maybe our flies will come back.
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