There’s a Fly in My Room…

…and I want it to leave. I can think of two possible ways to get rid of it.

A) Turn off the light.

B) Kill it.

A is problematic because I would feel guilty about turning the light back on, since my husband is in bed asleep next to me. And I can’t actually go to bed yet because I have to switch the wash so my son can have a clean shirt for pictures at preschool tomorrow.

B is problematic because, well, my fly-killing skills are just not that good. I’d definitely have to go downstairs and get the flyswatter (and then I’d have to go back down and put it away, and who really wants to run the stairs a couple of extra times, especially in the middle of the night?). Even then, there’s a good chance I wouldn’t be able to kill it.

So instead of doing anything productive I’m going to write a blog post complaining about the fly buzzing around my bedroom. That’s all. Maybe tomorrow I’ll write a real post. But then again, maybe not.


  1. Lol, Ardis. Sorry I didn’t update you before I went to bed. I put up with the fly for another hour, and then before I went to bed for the night I turned off the light in my room, then waited a couple of minutes, went and turned off the light in the hall, and then quickly went back in my room and shut the door. I think it worked, because I didn’t hear the fly buzzing around during the night. Either that, or the fly went to bed the same time I did.

    And denebug, while I’m glad that I didn’t get any mosquito bites, I’m actually pretty good at killing mosquitos, so if there was one in my room it wouldn’t have lasted long enough for me to write a blog post about it. So I’m sure everyone’s glad it was a fly. 🙂

  2. I would have gotten the fly swatter and squashed the sucker, but I have that special talent. I wish I was as good at other things as I am at fly swatting – or that fly swatting was a marketable skill.


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