Hoard of the Flies

I find sitting in bed reading to be quite relaxing, there aren't too many activities that match it. Sometimes the peace is broken by the phone, the kids or various other things, but generally in our house you can put together a good stretch of reading without interruption. Last night was no exception. Late night, good book, happy Brendan. Well maybe not. There was something off last night and while at first it seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary, it proved to be a distraction none the less. Losing focus on my book, I decide that maybe a cup of coffee would be a good idea.

There are not many things that shock and surprise me anymore, but as I rounded the corner into the kitchen I saw a sight that just about floored me. I can say that there is nothing that can prepare you for the sight of a swarm of houseflies invading your home. When I say swarm I don't mean 20 or 30, I mean more in the 100 range. Swooping, buzzing, landing on every surface. I panicked, it was a fight or flight moment, and it was fight for this guy. I grabbed the first weapon I could find, an empty cereal box, and started swinging. My first few swings were ones of desperation, I swung without prejudice, thus sending the fluorescent light cover crashing to the ground in pieces. The noise of battle brought me a comrade, as Kelly came out to take up arms to fight the good fight. Her calming influence shifted the balance of power from fly to the human as she grabbed the mighty fly swatter and started in on the invaders. The battle was hard fought and there were many casualties, but in the end the humans prevailed.

As we lay on the living-room floor, gasping for breath, I saw it, the Trojan Horse which was used in the invasion. There on the floor of the living-room lay a stack of boxes which I had earlier brought in from the shed. I stealthily made my move towards the boxes to examine the situation. There my suspicions would be confirmed, I had been duped into brining the fly army into my own house, man they are crafty little things. Upon this realization, I grabbed their vessel of deceit and hurled it with all my might out the back door.

The battle had taken its toll, I was in no shape for any kind of clean-up. I fell back to my home base, my good book and peace reigned once again.