A Fly there was, a Fly! a Fly!
Jun. 1st, 2006 06:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThere is a fly in the house, and Barry is going to kill it. If he has to break everything in the house, yea, and the house itself, he is going to get that fly.
I suppose I ought to stop him, but I have no conception how. He is frantic with the hunt, mad with it, flying from bookshelf to window, leaping at light-fittings, pirouetting in mid-air as the cursed creature eludes him yet again. How do you interrupt the mind of a predator so entirely focused on a kill?
Besides, I don't want to stop him. He's having far too much fun, and I am giddy with the giggles. I will guard my desk, my computers, my glass of wine; beyond that, the house can look after itself. Or rather it can't, but it's on its own out there.
I suppose I ought to stop him, but I have no conception how. He is frantic with the hunt, mad with it, flying from bookshelf to window, leaping at light-fittings, pirouetting in mid-air as the cursed creature eludes him yet again. How do you interrupt the mind of a predator so entirely focused on a kill?
Besides, I don't want to stop him. He's having far too much fun, and I am giddy with the giggles. I will guard my desk, my computers, my glass of wine; beyond that, the house can look after itself. Or rather it can't, but it's on its own out there.