We don’t have a screen in our bathroom window. After you take a shower, you leave the window open to clear out the steam. However, this meant we had flies in the apartment pretty much all summer. This week I noticed that it has finally been cold enough that we don’t have a fly inside. Mission accomplished.
There are a lot of poems about flies: William Blake, Charles Bukowski, Emily Dickinson and so on. If a fly wrote a poem about a human, I bet it would be like H.P. Lovecraft describing Cthulhu, but with a fly swatter.
What do you think you look like a monster to?