Strange Brew by John Deering for October 11, 2023

Depending on what type of flies they are, both of them might be dead before the paint dries.

Compounded by the fact that brown, not green, was his favorite color.

It feels like they are following me!

Last week before accompanying my husband to the doctor, I swatted a fly on my forehead. Went to the doc, talked to people, came home hours later and looked in the mirror. Half a dead fly was blazingly obvious near my hairline. AND NOBODY SAID ANYTHING. Wherever that fly’s spirit went, it had a hearty laugh.

Try the teleportation machine again; see if that helps.

The bow tie is a nice touch, though!

What? Too big?

There’s something about the eyes that really bugs me!

Yikes! Now you have to try and touch up all 12,000 of them!

Other than the eyes, it’s the spitting image of Henry.

Think of John Deering’s career arc. He started doing characterization of school teachers as a youth and now he makes us to laugh with a portrayal of a dead fly. Success comes in many forms.

The ayes have it…