Flies
There are many flies that loiter around the balcony. It’s a constant struggle to keep them out of the sliding glass door leading into my bedroom.
As the druid smokes, sometimes a fly or two will enter into the apartment with his comings and goings. Sometime later, I’ll see the fly sitting mournfully upon the screen door, wanting out.
More often than not I’ll walk over, and herd the fly out the door by cracking the screen open and sliding my hand along, encouraging it to fly through the open door back to freedom outside.
I’m always amused when the freed fly then sits on the outside of the screen, looking as if it wants back in.
Eh, perhaps it’s just amusing to me.
