Attack of the Flies

It's the next day.

There's no giants to fight today just flies. I've just become witness to a massive infestation. It's really only eight flies. However I think when you encounter any more than two insects in your own home it should be considered an invasion of "massive" proportions. They're large flies, about the size of a pencil eraser. I wonder if they're the kind that live for only twenty four hours, I sure hope so. I've swatted several, but they remain elusive. They're repopulating, I'm not sure where or even how. I've never been one to study the biology of insects. They're probably having a great big orgy right in front of the lamp. The same lamp I use to read. It would almost make me feel violated to use that same lamp to read, but then again I don't have to because I just can't envision how flies "do the nasty." I do wish one thing though, I wish for fly contraceptives. Same goes for ants. I think their glory days of wild insect sex and violating my lamp have gone on long enough.

I've done everything I can think of, I've opened the window and showed them the outside. I told them "outside there are more flies and possibly even more lamps. They refuse to listen as I'm sure English isn't their first language. I'm just a big goofy giant waving at them while spouting a vast noise of gibberish. It's probably funny to them. The buzzing is most likely fly laughter. They again lose interest in me and go back to making more flies.

I'm at a loss as for what to do here. Maybe I'll sleep outside and take my chances with skunks, frogs and forest creatures.

Post Script. I still can't get that title box to work. Ho Hum. After long deliberation I think I'm winning my battle against that title box.