So one night early in November I was sitting here trying to write when I heard the unmistakable sound of a housefly buzzing agains a window.
You know that irritating buzzing and flicking sound?
I loathe that sound.
Anyway, I was here attempting to get a post written and published and the sound, for some reason, was more irritating than usual.
It was the first week of November. The Halloween jack o’lanterns were still on the patio and I had gone outside to turn off a little reusable candle that had been inside Thing 2’s pumpkin.
I got it into my mind that I must have let the fly in then and that it had to be a super icky kind of fly. Maybe the kind of fly that enjoys hanging out with decomposing gourds. The kind of fly the might have been Jeff Goldblum in another life.
Oh my gourd!
It was grossing me out.
You know how sometimes you can habituate a noise or a pest?
Yeah? Well I don’t because that flipping fly was going to drive me mad.
It was him or me.
It was being bold. At the very least it could not be allowed to stay in my bedroom. I’d never sleep. Yuck!
My poor husband was none the wiser (Poirot was on), but that damn fly was buzzing around him as he slept. I couldn’t let that happen. So I jumped up and quickly turned off the lamp on his bedside table.
Now my desk lamp was the only source of light (aside from the glow of the TV and my monitor) and you know what obnoxious flying insects love? They just can’t seem to get enough of light sources. Especially light sources with boxy shades so they can bounce off as many surfaces as possible and thusly gross out their unsuspecting human hosts.
I tried to shoo it away and do you know what that fly did? It flew right at my head!
Inside my head, my brain screamed, ” Oh no you didn’t!”
There was but one choice.
I needed hairspray.
Don’t tell me I’m the only one.
I can’t be the only one!
In the end I bested the demonic creature.
Then I laughed out loud because I am fairly certain that I must have looked at least a little bit like this.
We all have our straws.
What drives you a little bit (or a lot) crazy?