Daisy and the Fly

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Not your regular housefly. No. This fly is a monster. Huge. Black. Buzzing. And Daisy is terrified of the thing. Granted, she is afraid of the regular houseflies. But this one is what my mom called a blow fly. You know the one. It is bigger than the usual housefly, and it sneaks inside with you when you are going through your door. You never see it until you are settled into your favorite chair. And Daisy is settled in the chair with you. And here it comes. Buzzing. Right at you, like a kamikaze ready to die. But since you don't expect it, you don't even have a flyswatter handy. And as it closes in, it suddenly flies away. And there goes Daisy into her favorite hiding spot between the toilet and the wall. And she is not happy, or any less fearful until bedtime when she can crawl under your blanket to sleep. And she won't be any less fearful until she sees that big monster dead on the floor, which she just did a few minutes ago. So hopefully she will not be hiding anymore. At least not until the next monster fly sneaks in.