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t before Thanksgiving, I opened my back door and eagerly let in the fresh air of a very beautiful day. The door stayed open for several hours and I went about my business of packing a suitcase. I was headed to Florida for some turkey and at least a dozen other side dishes
By day's end, I had closed the door, shut the suitcase, and went to bed early so I would be refreshed for an early-morning flight to my parents' home.
As I usually did upon retiring, I turned off the bedroom light and turned on the television before falling asleep. I became more and more sleepy and was just about to turn off the television when I felt something brush across my face. And then, just at the moment of pushing the button to turn off the TV,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a small something-or-other darted across the screen. But I was too tired to consider what flew across the final frame of whatever program I was watching.
I woke up at 4:45am according to plan and as I walked into the kitchen, there it was on the counter. It was a fly. But I was still a little too tired and a little too slow to do anything about it. So I went into the bathroom to take my shower while the coffee brewed. When I eventually returned to the kitchen, the fly was gone.
While drinking my coffee and eating a slice of toast, the fly returned and landed on my coffee table. It was just within reach and if I was quick enough, I might be able to kill it. I didn't really want fly's blood on my hand (literally), so I slowly reached for a magazine,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but was too late. I think the fly sensed imminent danger and flew away before I could deal the deadly blow.
Just before I left with my suitcase,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I opened the door and tried to chase it outside into the cold air. But the fly wasn't stupid and probably knew my place was much warmer and more comfortable than the inhospitable open air. I gave up and left for the airport. Flies only live a short time, I thought to myself. I would probably see his lifeless body on the countertop when I returned from Florida in four days.
While sitting poolside and enjoying the warm weather of Florida, I forgot all about the winged intruder. Instead, I started thinking - as I always do during this particular holiday - about dieting as soon as I got home, but not before. Gluttony is okay during Turkey Day.
I soon flew back home, opened my front door and there it was - ALIVE,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! I almost had the crazy notion that it was happy to see me because it was flying around my head like crazy. Maybe it got a little stir crazy being in the house all alone. My cat used to do the same thing when I returned from a trip, but it couldn't fly.
I was really tired and went to bed almost immediately. Unfortunately, the fly came with me. I heard it whispering in my ear, but I had no clue about what it was saying. I thought for sure that this creature would be dead by the time I got home, but it wasn't. It was very much alive, and I wondered how it survived. What did it eat? And, even more importantly, where did it excrete what it ate?
The next morning I sat in front on my computer with a cup of coffee to read all of my e-mail messages. After reading about three or four messages, my little friend planted himself firmly on my computer screen. Was he reading my mail? Without hesitation, I swatted the screen with my hand. This guy was fast because it was almost like he could read my mind. He was gone before I even went into motion. I tried swatting him at least a dozen times.
Okay, then I did something for which I feel quite foolish. I went to the kitchen, got a spray can of disinfectant and planned my attack. If I couldn't kill him in a cloud of disinfectant spray, he would at least be germ-free. I thought maybe the lethal cloud would slowly kill him by filling his little lungs - if he had any - with the spray. Unfortunately, he survived the attack.
I also tried opening the door several times, but he seemed to really enjoy being domesticated.
It was now two
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