A weird-ass story about a fly: There was an annoying little fly buzzing around my apartment all day. It kept me awake early this morning, and it even somehow managed to make it into the bathroom just as I was closing the door to take a bubble bath after work, and remained there the entire time. Moments ago I was sitting on my couch being utterly depressed (about other things) while it was flying around my head pissing me off. Finally, it arrogantly landed directly on my hand, and I noticed it was a little baby fly. At first I was looking at it angrily wondering if I should kill it (I feel awful after I kill bugs, ESPECIALLY baby bugs, it rarely happens unless its a mosquito or a gnat infestation.) Anyway, it stayed there WAY longer than flies usually do and it wasnt just sitting there, it was crawling all over my fingers and the back of my hand. For some reason I had a change of heart and realized it was positively ADORABLE; especially because it tickled, and as I said, it was a little baby fly. I decided he was my friend (and that it was a boy fly.) After he completely lifted my spirits with his company for an unusually long period of time, he flew over to the desk where Dima was doing homework. Dont kill him hes my friend! :( I begged, but of course he swatted it anyway (not because hes mean but because hes perfectly SANE and didnt think I was serious.) So, my little friend fell onto the desk. Completely disheartened, I ran over to him to see if he survived, and somehow, he was perfectly fine, ^_^ crawling up the bookshelves! I cupped my hands around him and (I swear this happened) he jumped onto my hand and started crawling all over my fingers again as I carried him out onto the balcony and set him free. I seriously dont feel depressed after that encounter. Living things are beautiful. ^_^
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 20:30:45 +0000
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