Monday, 7 August 2006

Not so much a fly, as a walk

I poured myself a glass of red wine, took a sip and sat back down at the computer. Minutes later, I picked up the glass and found a fruit fly struggling to swim, so I fished it out with a pencil, which I put down on my desk. It wobbled its way unsteadily along the pencil - well, by now I had such fellow-feeling with the little beastie that I couldn't kill it. I angled the pencil so that it could walk along the desk.

Just now, I noticed that it had dried out and was walking more briskly - towards the curve of the edge of the desk ......... and it fell off, with an audible plop, onto an envelope on the floor (yes, those four words speak volumes about the tidiness of my study). It staggered under my handbag to sleep it off. I giggled.

5 comments:

Life of a Banana said...

Beware of lead poison. Leave the fly in your drink for protein.

Z said...

You are a wise man and I will heed your advice for the future.

How do we know said...

Ha ha!! :-) Very funny.. both you and life of a banana

PI said...

But Zoe did you then drink the wine or change it?

Z said...

I think you know the answer to that already Pat - I drank it of course.