It was weird,

to look at this fly on my foot and wonder, how many other people did this, how many other people while kicking back at the wall, catch a fly with their foot. It was an interesting experience. I knew there had to be other people who did this, there simply had to be other people who kicked a fly to death, but how many other people were there?

Perhaps to kill a fly with your foot, is something that is not typically done, maybe it is something that is done often in foreign countries, as part of games or otherwise. I looked at the fly and I thought, would this be the only time in my whole life, where I would find a fly and its guts, on my foot? Would I end up telling my grandchildren about the ONE time where I kicked a fly against the wall and killed it? Questions and questions flew threw my mind, and I had no answer to any of them.

            I finished my natural business in the bathroom and as I heard buzzing below me, I kicked at the direction of the sound. 

………………. The buzzing stop, it all stopped. Then I picked it up with toilet paper and condemed the body of the fly to the trashcan. I don’t know whether this fly had offspring, i dont know whether those offspring are looking at me as I type this. if they are, I hope they are looking at me in fear, then at the very least I can wake up without a fly in my face in the morning……..