fly right in

This afternoon I was standing outside with Roger, getting ready to hand him the mail. I had just opened my mouth to speak when something flew into my mouth, touched onto my tongue and then rebounded off again. It was flying low and lazy after that catastrophe, so I followed it. (I wanted to know what kind of creature had touched my tongue so intimately!) And of all the random things…. the big fat disgusting fly came and landed on the mail in my hand, and stayed there just long enough for me to show it to Roger. Roger promptly squished it.

I don’t call him my brave protector for nothing.


About ruthie.voth

Wife of one, mother of four, friend of many. Lover of details, color, good conversations, finding balance, and being honest. Passionate lover of a well-crafted sentence - even more so if it's witty. Weird blend of cynical optimist. I'm the worst kind of woman. I'm high maintenance, but I think I'm low maintenance. Somehow, people still love me. Must be grace.
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2 Responses to fly right in

  1. Amy says:

    Ew. Gross. I would be washing my mouth out with soap. Literally. Or at least some mouthwash.


  2. Andrew says:

    I downed a Japanese beetle as I came up for air in a swimming pool years ago. The nastiest part was how I could feel it trying to clutch at my esopageal wall as it went down.
    How classic that Roger promptly squooshed the fly. He is masterful at prompt squooshings.


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