When the fly on the wall stayed
I huge fly decided to pay a visit to our garden. It landed on a wooden post and stayed there as if humping the surface of the wood. Announcing its defiant superiority.
My instinct was to swat it, and why not. So I slowly bent down to pick up my slipper, and then I heard my daughter say, “No!”
The fly stayed. And humped. And I learned to live with it. The last say was mine.