Monty by Jim Meddick for October 12, 2016

When it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go.

Stupid fly.

Ah you know, in the good old days I would’ve add a little green coloring for you … but alas …

St. Patrick’s Day.

Don’t go towards the light…

I know God created flies, and yet they seem to be the worst disease spreaders, unless you count rats.

All labs have marketing guys

Maggot makers…

animal lives matter…

animal lives matter…

keep your eye on your fly….

Yup. Using a simple heuristic of “fly so that the bright light stays on your left” keeps you on a straight path when using the sun or moon, but it makes you fly in a circle (or spiral) when using a nearby artificial light.

I guess even God has an off day now and then.Take Trump for an ex…oh never mind.

So, tell me, E.B., how did this fly’s death make you feel? Are you a fly-loving tin boy, E.B.?!

Reminds me of the time a couple of buds and I tried to rid my house of a bat that had somehow perched itself on the kitchen curtain rod. Lacking the proper chemicals to do in the flying rodent, I gave him a pretty (un)healthy spray of regular ol’ Raid, which did little more than make him, well, drunk. My friends showed up a little later, and we wound up chasing the bat around the living room with various implements of injury or capture. One of them made the bat change course right into the path of the other’s tennis racket. When the bat first came off the racket, he was heading right at me in the dining room. As I ducked behind the doorway, the bat’s flight path turned into the living room wall, after which, the bat now stunned or dead (I didn’t care which), we picked up the dormant critter and tossed him out into the night.