Manny’s Moans – The Fly
I will tell anyone who sits still long enough that I am pleased to be living in Las Vegas. There is the madness of the “Strip” just 25 minutes or so away. The weather is great with low humidity and not many cold days. It gets hot in the summer, however the low humidity keeps it bearable and we do have air conditioning.
I also brag that there are no mosquitos and only three flies. Really, I have not been bothered by, or even seen any mosquitos. In Ohio, as soon as the sun went down, we had to run inside or lose a pint of blood to the little suckers.
The flies are something else entirely. Seriously, last year there were only three aggressive and disturbing flies. They were very quick and would not hesitate to step on me. Now I do not like to kill anything, except maybe mosquitos. These flies just kept it up. I did in fact murder each one. I had no choice. I used a battery-operated device that looks like a tennis racket and electrocutes the bug when it makes a connection between the wires in the mesh. To quote Deep Purple’s song Smoke on the Water, “It died with an awful sound.” In Ohio, this zapping device was never far from my side.
Well, Ruth and I were enjoying a nice Sunday dinner in the back yard yesterday when a small fly appears and steps on me. I swipe at it and it disappears as quickly as it appeared. My wine-muddled brain presented me with a couple of weird options. The fly is a ghost of an electrocuted fly from last year or the fly is a descendant of the murdered trio from last year.
Either way, this made me feel real bad that I had electrocuted those flies last year. I was fairly shook up as I changed the batteries in the zapping device.
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