zird is the word (lizardek) wrote,
zird is the word
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YOU KILLED MY BROTHER, PREPARE TO D--SWAT!*

Did you know that flies are not just attracted to warmth, but mostly to SOUND? They tend to follow sound vibrations to the source since it invariably means warmth or living bodies or food. This morning, some 20 of them followed it to their deaths, in the process aggravating me nearly beyond the bounds of endurance.

Since the weather was semi-decent yesterday the doors were open quite a bit with kids running back and forth and in and out, and despite the screens a lot of flies got into the house. I thought I had killed them all before we went to bed. Being the night before my first day back at work, I wanted to make sure I had a decent night's sleep (especially considering that I've been slowly turning my bio-rhythms upside down by staying up until 2 a.m.) so I went to bed around 11:30. Having rather a lot on my mind meant I wasn't completely successful and I tossed and turned a bit and woke up once or twice before finally settling down.

The first fly began dive-bombing us around a quarter to 5. Snoring, rhythmic breathing, the fact that we are beginning to unconsciously respond to the light by moving, all culprits responsible for bringing them in. Knowing if I didn't get up and kill the damn thing right away it would just keep buzzing us and I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep in time to make any difference, I gave up quickly on the thought of ignoring it for another 2 hours and got up to fetch the fly swatter and the dustbuster (aka fly abattoir), which were in the kitchen, necessitating more of a wake-up than I really wanted to chance, but there seemed no choice.

I killed the fly.

The noise attracted another one, who, only moments later, began buzzing our heads.

I killed the fly.

The noise attracted another one, who, only moments later, began buzzing our heads.

I killed the fly.

This went on, I kid you not, until 6:30 a.m., at which point I was nearly in tears, knowing that my alarm was going off in another 20 minutes and there really was no longer any chance of falling back asleep.

Work was busy, and it feels good to be back, although the 136 emails (Anders won with over 300 from his first day) took quite a bit of time to wade through. By the time I was driving home, however, I was feeling like a zombie and considered walking into the house with my arms held out before me, chanting br-a-a-a-i-n-s! Anders fixed dinner while I shuffled around for a little bit. We ate. I vaguely remember having some intention of lying down on the bed to read for a bit, when the next thing I knew it was 9:30 p.m. and Anders was shaking me asking if I was okay and didn't I want to get up and put pajamas on?

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*Title changed because kejn's comment made me laugh so hard.
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