Mostly True Memoirs
I recently cornered a huge Texas fly in my bathroom.
I shut the all doors and started swatting at it with a towel.
I knew I couldn’t actually hit it – it was way too fast for me.
My intention was to keep it flying frantically around the room.
I planned to kill it with exhaustion.
It was so big that it made a distinct “thunk” noise every time it hit a wall.
Which was often.
I kept thinking, “Well that’s gotta hurt…”
But the fly just kept on flying, oblivious to any traumatic brain injury.
This bug had a very strong will to live.
Its will to live was stronger than my will to kill it.
I got bored.
I quit.
Huge Texas Fly 1, Human 0.
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