Catching flies in the Valley

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webmaster | 05/10/14
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“True contemplation is not a psychological trick but a theological grace.”
— Thomas Merton

Well, it was bound to happen. The first housefly of the season has made it into our house. Drat!

It’s a quick little thing, too. Flies in the fall are usually pretty slow and easy to track down and exterminate, but the spring flies are quicker than all get-out. I think I did a double marathon yesterday during my fly hunt. Sadly, I was not successful. By evening, I was left in a heap while it was buzzing the U.S. Air Force song (“Off we go into the wild blue yonder...”), or some buggy variation of that tune.

Fortunately, as I was shutting off lights for the night, I discovered it was in our bonus room, which is windowless and with a single way in or out. Ah ha! I had him right where I wanted him (or her), so I stepped into the room, shut the door, and — voila — it was mano a buggo...

 

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