Foiled, by a Fly

There I was at work innocently making French toast so my residents could have a nice wholesome home cooked meal when out of no where a fly whizzed by. It flitted about, abuzz with wonder as to what I, this human in bright green, was up to. Whatever it was it smelled delicious.

I of course waved my hand.

“No, not for you Fly!” I cried (okay so I really didn’t, my residents were asleep after all and it wasn’t about to disturb them).

The fly circled off just out of sight and plotted in its little fly head as I finished up breakfast. It waited. It plotted. It could almost taste the French toast in its little fly mouth

I turned my back, for only a moment, to get some milk and the fly saw its chance.

It swooped!

It landed.

Two pieces were claimed for its little fly self.

It was with horror that I turned around and realized I had to throw fly walk and probably nibbled on French toast out.

Foiled, by a Fly

There I was at work innocently making French toast so my residents could have a nice wholesome home cooked meal when out of no where a fly whizzed by. It flitted about, abuzz with wonder as to what I, this human in bright green, was up to. Whatever it was it smelled delicious.

I of course waved my hand.

“No, not for you Fly!” I cried (okay so I really didn’t, my residents were asleep after all and it wasn’t about to disturb them).

The fly circled off just out of sight and plotted in its little fly head as I finished up breakfast. It waited. It plotted. It could almost taste the French toast in its little fly mouth

I turned my back, for only a moment, to get some milk and the fly saw its chance.

It swooped!

It landed.

Two pieces were claimed for its little fly self.

It was with horror that I turned around and realized I had to throw fly walk and probably nibbled on French toast out.