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Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Fly Away!

I've been paying a lot of attention to the things around me lately and today, I had a wonderfully fascinating experience with the most underestimated of house insects...the common fly.

Two things I must tell you'll before I begin my narrative. Firstly, this fly was not one of your small little ones that just go cruisin' around. No, no...This was one of those huge arse ones...the ones with a hint of green which makes me wonder...Are appearances of paramount importance in the fly world too?? Next, the fly in question was in one of Erica's rooms and our doors end a little higher than the floor to provide a bit of ventilation (I'm guessin').


I was just there. And this green fly...lets name him Adam, was there too.
He starts buzzing around a bit to make me aware of his presence. (Intially, I think that he is a bee and so I start freaking out and cover my ears.)
Adam starts showing me his acrobatic moves and then... without prior warning he GOES SMACK BANG INTO THE WOODEN DOOR!! OMG!!!
I'm freaking out over the safety of this green fly but then...he flies away like nothing is the matter! (In the same way as when you trip over stairs with people behind you and you pretend that you intentionally bent down to pick up something and that it wasn't really a stumble!)
So I observe this curious creature a bit longer, and he goes flying again, high at times, low at others, and then AGAIN!! SMACK bang into the door!! Ouch!!
Adam, unfazed by hitting the door twice in the space of 30 seconds, moves on into his airspace and then repeats his misdemeanour. But this time...he lands just under the door crack.
He waits, hesitant to move.
Then he does his weird Mr. Burns style arms/fingers-rubbing-against-each-other act and moves a step forward.
Seeing no imminent danger, Adam moves a step further and then...he's gone, to discover the great unknown.

Adam, I see, has returned. Maybe he didn't like the grass on the other side. Maybe it was a bit too green for him. My buddy Adam has come back to my side and continues with his head-banging-against-the-wooden-door antics. Good for him! If only I could get my thrills so cheaply!

P.S. Googled "fly compound eyes" out of curiosity. Apparently a fly's mirror-like multi-dimensioned eyes cannot be focussed and hence they have blurry vision. Poor Adam! I wish you well buddy!