I turned around and there were no flies. I turned back around and there were gargantuan flies. Not just 2 or 3, but 20. Why, Lord, why?! My theory is they came up through the vent about 10 squares from my slumber residence bunk. Lucky me. My personal theory is that they’ll just die by themselves. They fly around like they’re too old to even care so they don’t take that much brain-work to kill. They just feel like it’s their calling to annoy me and pretend their helicopters as they divebomb my face. Well, only one divebombed my face, but one is one too many.
One of the staffers donated a small portion of her existence to killing about 10 of them and another killed about 7 or 8. I’m going to invest in a bird for our cabin to eat them. Anybody know of a peacock owner in Michigan? Do peacocks even eat flies? Text me with any details you find out…PLEASE!
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