Shoo, fly!

I like to think that people catch at least 75% of the socially awkward things I do on a daily basis for their own amusement. Here I am, sitting calmly on the back porch typity typity typing away, looking for all the world as serene as Meryl Streep conked out on Codeine, when along comes the first black fly of the summer...ZIP!!!...into my headband. This has happened before; I'm an adult, and it's a fly; I love the outdoors and am used to critters after living in this house as long as I have. And yet the only thing I can think to do is to tear into my headband as if I were possessed.

No matter how much I resist it, there is a teeeeensy strain of the irrational somewhere inside me.

What a beautiful day to be up on a porch overlooking the city. Flies be hanged!