Big fat fly on red door in kitchen.
Easy target.
What for a fly swatter?
Within reach:
Dillard’s The Writing Life and The Ball Blue Book of Canning- my mother’s.
Can’t do it.
Count your blessings, fly. Good books have spared you for another night.
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Love it.
Good thing they only live for a day!
I dunno what’s wrong with us, but our flies seem to live forever. How to kill the ones that come to life, trapped between the storm windows, in the middle of winter when the sun shines full on the glass…. but that was a poem. No question.