An old story about flies and the habits we hate
by Ken Carpenter
This tale was done in 2002, and it is one of my favorites. Flies are not cool, and while they can’t read it is perfectly OK to toss verbal and written insults at them. It is not like they care either way.
They aren’t yet up to full force at this time of year, but there are still plenty. The story took place in the fall when they are even more irritating than normal. The only thing in their favor is that they can’t sting like a bee.
They smash just fine though.