Lord of the Flies

As the weather in Los Angeles grows warmer, it feels great to open a few windows to let in the fresh air, especially after hanging out at home for more than a year.

But apparently the inside of our home was as appealing to the flies outside as the fresh breeze was to me inside.  When I walked into the kitchen there were several uninvited guests flying from window to window, unsuccessfully trying to get back outside through the glass.

Actually, there were more than several. But I stopped counting at thirty.

Daveen promptly found two fly swatters, and, fully armed, we both began to hunt down every member of the invading hoard.

In the hallway two flies managed to evade us for nearly ten minutes, but we prevailed.  In our bedroom two stunned flies fell behind Daveen’s heavy desk and are probably still there.  In the kitchen flies zipped from window to window in a frenzy. Have you ever tried to swat a fly resting on a window six feet above the kitchen sink?

I’m happy to report that, for the most part, the invasion has been repelled. There are still a few stragglers buzzing about the house, but we are armed and ready.

I will not open any more windows unless there are screens in place, and whenever we go outside Daveen and I move through the door as quickly as we can, to SLAM the door on potential intruders.

Now when I pick up a fly swatter Daveen refers to me as “Lord of the Flies.”  I guess that makes her “Lady of the Flies.”  We do make an awesome team!

Alan