August 2009 - Janelle's Blog

My eyes were blurry red from reading, while the muscles in my arms and shoulders burned from working late. Time for lights out. As soon as I crawled between the cool sheets under my comforter, my eyelids dipped closed a couple of times in the relaxing darkness of the night.

Suddenly, my eyes popped open to the sound of a loud, buzzing noise from something that swirled past my face. I knew that sound. It was a pesky fly. Why tonight? I threw the covers off and scampered out of bed, making a straight path for the fly swatter. This was no ordinary fly swatter. It had faced combat so many times that the plastic edges were tattered from overuse.

I chased the fly around the bedroom, swinging and talking out loud to the black bomber. He dove and swooshed past me so fast, that I couldn't see him quickly enough to get in a good swat.