I came home last night and Gary said, “There’s a fly in the house.”
“Oh well,” I said, “We’ll get it with one of the electric rackets.”
“Not this one. Electricity can’t take him down. He’s huge.” He saw my skeptical glance and added, “He’s a dirigible.”
It was then I heard the thud as something hit the kitchen window. I thought it was yet another bird trying to fly into the house. No. It was a fly bigger than I have ever seen before. It was like a carpenter bee masquerading as a fly.
Gary gestured at the window. “Say hello to my little friend.”
We slept with our doors closed. I tried to kill it just now. I didn’t even faze it. It took the racket out of my hand and turned it against me.
Well, no, that’s not true. But the rest is.