It sounds like an entirely reasonable number, right?
Even twenty to thirty of something sounds reasonable, low in number, even.
However, this idea seems to disappear, whenever we consider things that aren’t meant to be in groups more than just a few.
For example, toes… on one person.
Kind of weird to consider, right?
Even worse than that, however, is blood flies… in one’s bedroom…., to be discovered when one arrives home late at night after a long week, and just wants to go shower quickly and get to bed within the next half hour, before 11pm, even…
Two and a half hours later, I sit on my knees on the floor of my room, hunched on the ground, typing this.
I have myself killed approximately thirty flies at this point, and the hanging flypaper has handled around four.
I spent about ten minutes downstairs a little while ago, hoping things were finally handled, but giving some time for any loners to move to the overhead light.
Unfortunately, two more had appeared by the time I came back up here.
Now, I am almost paranoid about getting ready for bed – if I go shower, and then have to deal with more, that’s eew, but, also, if I go to bed, but they aren’t finished, will I be the warmest thing in the room, once the lights are off?
They are attracted to the light and heat…
I have lit a candle underneath clove, peppermint, and eucalyptus oils, and so am considering leaving my downstairs door open, so that any others would leave my room due to the smell, and head to the light and the warmer temperature of the room at the bottom of my stairs.
But I’m just not entirely convinced yet that it is safe to proceed.
In case you’ve forgotten, flies are one of my greatest fears in life – totally absurd a fear here, but that in no way changes the fact that the fear is there.
No, I did not cry tonight… however, I think a big part of that was the slowness of the things, so the situation was much less panicky than last time.
I certainly cursed a lot.
But that is to be expected – extreme stress brings it out of somewhere within me.
I was debating whether to go to the gym in the morning, and so perhaps this event was a means of forcing me not to go – I will not have had a reasonable amount of sleep by 7:45am, when I would need to awaken (given that it is currently just after 1:30am).
Dear God, please let me learn whatever lesson I need from this now, and give up having this happen, please – I would like very much to be finished with these things, and for them to leave my life permanently.