Greetings once again from the sticky Adirondacks, the black flies have left, but the regular old house flies have all take up residence in our house…wherever my bug-phobic Briar is.
Pad. Click. Pad. Click.
OH MY GOSH, OH. MY. GOODNESS! OHMYGOSH,
Pad. Click. Pad. Click.
HURRY. QUICK! MOM!”
Pad, click, click, pad.
What is it?
A FLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY.
Pad.Pad.Pad.Clomp.
A FLY.
Pad. Click. Click. Click. Smack.
A FLY.
Pad. Slide. Slide. Grunt. Pad.
OH MY GOSH A FLY!
Each of these exchanges is of course peppered with the unbelievably pathetic sounds of Avery making her valiant, but gimpy way along on her pudgy foot and purple cast. So far I’ve exterminated 4 of the little buggers with a dish towel, one particularly wily fly continues to elude me and panic Briar.
Luckily, amidst all this stuffy, sticky, stinky heat there is a bit of undeniable cool, seriously. I’m a channel editor over at Blog Nosh – my category is “Family.”** What is Blog Nosh you ask? Well, consider it a brightly colored, methodically categorized place where you can go to get turned on to great bloggers, people you maybe haven’t found yet. Looking for great writing, but daunted by the vastness of the blogosphere? Have no fear, Blog Nosh is here…go on, try a nibble. Just click that purty lil button down below!
I’ve got a fly I have to slay…Briar tells me, “Mom, the fly, he is right there. Why can’t you get him?”
Sigh.
*Sincere apologies for the lame title.
**Thanks to Flutter for reminding me to include the channel š
ooooo which channel?
Ick ~ flies.
Tyler is scared to death of bees. Unfortunately, he thinks any kind of insect that is black and flies is a bee. And he FREAKS out, thinking he's going to get stung anytime one comes near.
Highly annoying, I tell you.
I'll check out the new digs š
My son W. is petrified of bees. Rightfully so, as he's been stung a few times. But the problem is that EVERY bug is a bee to him so he's constantly screaming, in his girl voice.
You can get the fly
Protect your precious children
Those flys are dangerous
and quite annoying
My daughter is the bug wrangler at our house because she does not want me to kill them. I give her first shot at catching and releasing, except ants. Ants die. And if she's not home – the rest die too.
I like to sing them an old song my dad taught me:
Never swat a fly
He may love another fly
And sit all day and sigh
The way I do (way I do)
NB: It doesn't work. I still have to be the Chief Fly-Slayer.
"click that purty lil button down below!" My mind is in the gutter today….
Good for you being an editor at Blog Nosh! I found out about the site a couple months ago but haven't poked around much. Now I have an excuse to go back. š
Flyswatter girl. It will change your life! I was all trying to get the flying insects with a swatter and now I am all prepared and a killing machine. My girl is all excited …"QUICK THE SWATTER" hehe
Tell her to come hang out with Katie and she'll teach her how to kill spiders . . . seriously, I posted about it yesterday!
She is way braver than I am, that's for sure.
Cool! Congrats.
pad. click. pad. click.
at first i thought the "clicks" were keyboard-related.
hope she's healing well.