I'm sitting here, minding my own business, making Scrabble moves...
And all of a sudden, I'm getting buzzed by a fly.
And a fly with inferior brain capacity at that.
I mean, it must be- all the other, smarter flies have gone, quite properly, to their beds for the winter.
This fly has to be different.
This fly thinks it's an innovator.
This fly missed the memo and doesn't know that fly season is over.
This fly thinks my hair smells nice and keeps trying make a nest there.
I'm putting on my sweater and opening the window to see if the 3 degree air slows it down a bit.