Wednesday, June 22, 2011

The Half Dead Fly

I am going to tell you a story, about something that happened to me, this morning, because I am procrastinating once again.
So... this morning, I was doing some school, and I had my window open. I heard this buzzing, and I immediatly thought it was a bee, which it was not. It was a fly. I tried to use my arms to direct this poor little creature outside, but it would not follow my arm motions. I then shut the window and tried directing the fly out the door. It still would not go. Then, I took my towel off the door and started waving it at this fly like a mad woman. I hit it, and it fell. I tried to pick it up, going to put this fly in the garbage, and it moved. I screamed. He was like doing a wierd squirming thing across my carpet, and I was still screaming. Then, I ran to the living room, where my mom was, who told me to get a kleenex and smush it, again. I got down on the floor, where this fly was, and he hopped onto my foot. I screamed again, and stood up and started shaking this fly off. He fell off, and I was still screaming, loudly. I tried again, kneeling down to get this fly. Again, he jumped on my foot. Again I screamed and shook him off. My mom and sister came into the room then, both with kleenex's. I was still screaming, and running away from this mutent fly. My mom got down, and smushed this fly, and then he was fully dead. But that is my story about me and the half dead fly.

3 comments:

Jocelyn said...

You are so amusing! :)

Princess said...

oooooooooooooooookkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk :)

fiddlincairo said...

I am so freaked out of all bugs... This is totally what my reaction would have been...haha.