I think I shall name it "Rover".
I wonder if flies make good pets.
I mean, they don't take much feeding, you don't have to take them for walks. I don't think they even walk at all, do they? I wouldn't have to make sure it didn't have fleas, I wouldn't have to give it a litter box. Which means no cleaning out, too. And when it died, its coffin would be nice and compact. Which is lucky.
AND I could make a mini collar with a little name tag on it, saying "R". And lead, for when I took it for a fly around my room. Do flies sleep? It could sleep at the bottom of my bed, and serenade me with its lullaby buzz. Awww.
On the other hand, I have just spent the last five minutes watching it smack into the window, over and over again. Now that is stupidity in the extreme. Bzzzzz BUMP. Bzzzzz BUMP. Hahaha. I don't think this fly likes me much, with all its escapingness. That's a point. What if ol' Rover decided he didn't want to live with me any more (Heaven forbid), and managed to escape? How would I be able to distinguish between Rover and the rest of the fly population? I don't think people would take the posters pinned to trees very seriously.
Okay, so I've been doing Latin all day.
And I haven't quite worked out how to use Photoshop yet.
So, anyone willing to teach me would be greatly rewarded. With stamps. I have a lot of stamps.
As it turns out, Rover disappeared whilst I was busy creating the "missing" poster. Ohhh, the irony.
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ah, finally, a half way decent post. teehee. just kidding cousie. Rover is right here, happy as peas.
Buzzz buzzz buzzz
Well, kill him for me, would you? He buzzes too much.
i once trapped a fly that was nosing around my desk when i was trying to work. i used a glass. i left him there, in the glass, as punishment. i changed my msn name to "shall i let the fly on my desk out of his glass prison?" i had many different kinds of response. over the course of the next few days, as the fly reflected on why it is a bad idea to aggrivate humans. there were the ones who said, "oh, no! let the poor thing go!" and then there were the ones like this, "wow! i admire you so much! i've always wanted to do that!"
you could say i treated him like a brother. but i didnt, so there would be no point and no truth in it.
oh well. i think my mum was hunting around the house for stuff to go in the dishwasher, but whatever happend, i came home one day and the glass was gone, as was the fly. He used to just buzz around it. It was spacious, like my nostrils, a pint glass i believe. i must have been thirsty at the time. anyhoo, he amused me, and then my MUM, who i love by the way, goes and lets him out!!! i didnt even get to say goodbye. i was so sad.
did that make you laugh? It made me laugh. and cry. oh the pain, i cant take it anymore! Fairwell kind maiden, for i shall never post on your blogg again. (until the next time i post on your blogg of course...)
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