Ants and flies

I was sitting watching the cricket yesterday late in the afternoon.


Dunno why.

Don’t really care much about India and Sri Lanka…but I was there sitting on the lounge.

There was a fly in the house and he just wouldn’t let me alone.

I don’t get flies.

I mean look…..I’m clearly many hundred times bigger than the fly…wouldn’t you think that he would leave me the hell alone and just lay low while I was there.

He’s got the whole house to buzz around in, but he chooses to buzz around in my face and to keep on landing on my arm and my ear.

Do you get that ? Why must they infuriate us ? Why do they seemingly have a death wish ?

I did warn him to leave me alone, but he didn’t listen.

I wacked him with the TV guide in the end.

Ants are the same.

When you’re having a beer on the back deck….and there’s a rogue ant wandering through…….why on earth would that ant hunt me down and try to bite me.

What is the point of him inflicting that pain on me.

I mean look at it……I’m like Mt Everest to him and he’s a solitary climber. Did he believe that he was going to win this battle with me and kill me with his fangs.

I would be happy to just leave him be if he left me alone…..but no he had to push his little fangs in to me and that brought about his demise.

Ants and flies……so brave, but so stupid.