Something flew past me!

I looked around, it was gone. I was just tired. Too much computer time.

It happened again: A black dot. And again. A black dot on the screen. Or was it in my eyes?

Floaters in my eyes? From old age? Am I going blind in my good about that since I was a eye too? I’ve worried teenager.

Then there it was: something. It was a black on computer screen. No, couldn’t be a fly. It’s too cold, and not in the middle of an ice and snow storm!

I took a whack at it with some papers on my desk, and missed, so I found a flyswatter, and carried it around for a while.

Suddenly it appeared on the bathroom mirror, but it caught me in a compromising position, and got away.

Good grief! That fly was everywhere: on the TV screen. Whack! Got him, or her, with the morning paper.

I couldn’t hear it, but thought I saw another one as I sat down at the kitchen table to play a game of Wahoo with the cat.

“By the way, Tuxedo, aren’t cats supposed to like chasing flies?” I asked, but got no reply except for her to nestle her head under my hand so I’d pet her.

That’s when I saw the other fly’s brother or sister flitting around inside the window shade. I got up slowly, found the swatter, hit the shades. Barn! Got it! Nope, just stunned it. Bam! Barn! Bam! Finally.

I strained the diluted Dr Pepper from my cup at the sink, and there was another fly. It floated in the cat’s food bowl that I’d filled with water to soak. I started to dip it out and throw it in the trash, but it started doing the backstroke. I caught up with it, tossed it down the sink, and to make sure it went to its Maker, I turned on the garbage disposal.

Holy Cow! I was going nuts. “Don’t you know it’s not summer?” I yelled at the flies, wherever they were, and told them I was ready when I found a can of bug spray.

Once I regained my senses I wondered if my flies were attracted to water. Maybe they were in thebathroombecause I filled the bath tub with water because a friend said my pipes might freeze, and I’d need water. So I turned to friend: Google.

Turns out it’s not uncommon to have flies in the house in the winter, even when the temperature is below zero. They get in through cracks and hide in walls until it gets warm enough for them to come out. So glad I turned up the heater.

Flies are also attracted to fruit, or food left out. That explains the cat’s bowl, and the bags of empty Dr Pepper cans I’m saving for the school that leaked onto the kitchen floor.

I know I’m not the best housekeeper, and there’s clutter everywhere. Books, papers, and even Christmas stuff, including my decorated tree, but I believe I could pass a Health Department inspection. Unless they looked in my refrigerator.