this morning #789.

this morning, there were so many tiny flies buzzing around my kitchen that i spent a full five minutes standing there, watching them bob & weave around the garbage, sink & fruit bowl. i was both mesmerized & paralyzed about how to react. if i chose to approach so i could clear out whatever was attracting them, they’d just swarm off to some other part of the apartment. i wasn’t going to be able to swat my way out of this. securing a can or two of bug spray seemed to be the best plan of attack. fly genocide. i couldn’t let a single fly survive. only then could i move in & remove the foul foods from the premises. if any energy remained after all that, i could even reevaluate my hygiene habits.