Ever seen a fly poo?
I actually watched a fly land on our window sill, tuck his six knees under his chin, open up a newspaper, strain, then fly away - leaving this little stain of shame behind.
Why am I watching a fly poo on our window sill I hear you cry in your bewildered ones and twos. I'll give you a clue - I am not watching a fly poo, but flies poo.
Most delightfully on this beautiful, sunny, early July Saturday morning, we woke to discover we mustn't have tracked down all the maggots left behind by the cat carcass that recently sat decaying in our roof. We rose to find a sizeable collection of flies slamming their well fed bodies against our downstairs windows. And presumably, in order to voice their disgust at the windows lack of openness, and in light of the fact that flies are not exactly the most eloquent or diplomatic of negotiators, they resorted to this dirty protest.
Which was wholly unnecessary - after completing my usual ritual of coming downstairs in the morning, being utterly disgusted by the midden of filth in which we continue to reside, dancing about poking myself in the eyes and heaving repeatedly, I duly opened all accessible means of ventilation.
The ceiling is being skimmed today, so any tiny spaces our two winged friends are sneaking their way through should be sealed up by this afternoon. With this in mind, the entomologist in me has only a limited period of time to enjoy studying the toileting habits of these charmingly germ ridden little mites.
So, why the Hell and I'm sitting here talking to you losers?
I've got fly transmitted dysentery or some sort of lower respiratory infection to contract.
Which was wholly unnecessary - after completing my usual ritual of coming downstairs in the morning, being utterly disgusted by the midden of filth in which we continue to reside, dancing about poking myself in the eyes and heaving repeatedly, I duly opened all accessible means of ventilation.
The ceiling is being skimmed today, so any tiny spaces our two winged friends are sneaking their way through should be sealed up by this afternoon. With this in mind, the entomologist in me has only a limited period of time to enjoy studying the toileting habits of these charmingly germ ridden little mites.
So, why the Hell and I'm sitting here talking to you losers?
I've got fly transmitted dysentery or some sort of lower respiratory infection to contract.
Urgh. Hope you get it sorted soon. Don't envy that situation AT ALL!
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