I Fought in a War
While I am not sure how it started, I am ready for it to end. The President is getting all this attention for killing a single fly the other day, but between yesterday and today, I’ve killed at least 50. How do these outbreaks happen? I came home from work and there were a dozen flies buzzing in every window, and so I set to killing them. Efficiently and cruelly. It’s like fly-Nam up in here, and there is no time for remorse. I also feel like we were unfairly targeted. We have screens in all the windows, and we’re cleanish. Why us? There was a large group buzzing around in a window that I couldn’t reach, and so I just closed it up and locked it. They’re dying in there, frantically looking for a way out. I lifted up the widow to check, and there are 8 dead on the sill right now, and who knows how any more zig-zagging around. They just keep coming, keep multiplying, and I’m starting to worry about my conscience. I don’t want to be at some kids party and see a fly, you know, land on the birthday cake, and then have to whig out on some crazy Jeff Goldblum flashback and eff some poor kids cake up. I don’t want that. I will continue to fight. But I’m ready for this war to end.
We all have our Nam, dude. Everyone.
I seem to have prevailed. When I awoke today, none remained.
when i was 9 or 10, i killed a fly with my hands. as i squished it, white stuff started coming out of it. i didn’t know they were maggots at the time, so i brought them closer to my nose for inspection.
yeah… just so you know.