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Flypocalypse
It Happened!
Yes, it happened!
But before we get to that, let me just tell you a very brief history of peace, tolerance, and live and let live.
In my domicile, my home, my castle that I am the King of, I’m very accepting of the fact that it’s a macrocosm and I willingly share it with other creatures that inhabit my dominion. Creepy-crawlies, spiders, silverfish, and even ants on occasion are all welcome. But what I do not tolerate in my domain are cockroaches, mosquitoes, and flies. All three are wretchedly vile, repulsive, and disgusting — not to mention, annoying as hell.
I highly value and respect my vanguard of spiders who keep watch like sentinels. I leave them alone and they earn their keep by doing their job — eating and devouring the usually lone and errant roach, skeeter, or fly.
And with this front line of defense, I seldom see the unwelcomed creatures, and that helps me govern over a happy kingdom. Granted, every now and then a few of the undesirables slip through the defenses and invade my realm. That’s to be expected. And that’s also when I assert my dominance — out comes the flyswatter. Smack/splat. I win. I rule. I reign.
Then it began…
Two days ago: While I was preparing dinner I noticed a couple of flies circling, reconnoitering my kitchen. I…
