There it was. Clinging to the glass of our bedroom window. Stiff and crusty.
I've seen it happen before. All summer I find them, dead, hanging from my clothesline... from leaves on tomato plants... from the kids swingset. But only when they're attached to windows do they really fascinate me. Part of them vaporizes from beneath and splatters all over the window. I don't get it.
Best of all, if I don't get it cleaned up right away, I have to use a razor to scrape it off. And I swear it's true.
But the real question is, do I have nothing better to blog about than dead flies?
Barnyard Bokeh:
1. Barn.
2. Leaky barn roof.
3. The other even more crappy barn.
4. Another little leaky falling down shed where I get to keep my gardening stuff. Lucky me.
5. The windmill almost made it into the picture. Actually it's not falling down one bit and is really quite cool. (and good for climbing)
6. Horny rooster crowing and a bunch of annoyed hens scratching around under an orchard that isn't impressive at all yet.
7. Green grass where hoses and pipes are intricately assembled by a six year old plumber.
8. Sneaky hidden chicken nest back in the pasture. What the heck. When they quit laying eggs in both the coop and the doghouse, I know there is funny business going on. They can't fool me.
9. Dirt. I'm surprised there is any left outside anymore.
10. More dirt which circles the entire house, which is certainly better than the moat which was there before, which was a result of our drain-tile project this summer, which means our basement is sort of dry now.
Have I mentioned we have frogs in the basement?
The end.
PS. This post is my husband's fault, because he insisted I take a picture of the remains of that exploding fly.
PPS. If you're subscribed by email, this post is brought to you twice, courtesy (again) of my husband who was being a pest and somehow caused me to "publish post" when this was only half-written. Awesome.
8 comments:
You could call this bokeh by numbers. Perhaps it was just posing?
O.o That's... odd. I've seen dry, crusty flies... but never exploding ones. ;)
^ Bokeh by numbers?? Awesome!! :D :D
Yet another milk squirts out my nose post. I love the way you write...
Crusty, yes. Nearly dried up to dust like consistancy and scattered into little fly bit parts on sills, yes. Haven't experienced the exploding fly here either. Lucky you.
this post makes me laugh. ok, so the worst is when a spider catches a bug and you hear it raveling it up...yikes.
LOL! Loved this!
Maybe we should play a game called "name that bokeh." Could be fun. :)
The exploding fly is weird and having to scrape the grossness off with a razor is even, well, grosser.
Um, yeah. Exploding fly thing? Freakishly gruesome. Never heard of or seen such a thing. Perhaps a Halloween gag by the chickens? Ewww!!!
Jess - I loved every word of this post. Barnyard Bokeh made me laugh out loud!!! I love your creativity and humor! Oh - just be glad your husband is okay with the blogging thing. I was at a bonfire the other night where the husbands were (although jokingly - still annoyingly) critizing their wives' new found blogging habits.
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