Dead Flies.

A couple of weeks back I came home to find one of my favourite books lying on the floor with a fly mushed across the lovely dust jacket.
Yep, if a fly is unlucky enough to fly into my house and Anna is home then the fly can flaming well just forget it.

Me,the good guy, always takes the time to put flies and spiders under glass and then I walk down the 8 flights of stairs in my building and let ’em out!
I can frequently be seen at my door with my Outstanding Services To Wildlife medals on, shouting: “You’re free my friends!”

A Catholic upbringing was only useful for the guilt it forever brings me.
Anyways, some people don’t even give flies the quick death a hardback book will bring.
No, some people don’t even leave flies alone even after they’re dead…

 

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