*I could have sworn lordess would have been a word, but no luck!
There is a problem in my office.
Namely, the damn flies.
And, maybe a problem with me as well since when I get frustrated with work or the buzzing of the flies that have yet to "elbow" (Do flies even have elbows? I guess have enough on display, I could investigate.) their way into a free spot on the sticky paper that I go around my office with my frog-shaped fly swatter and said square of sticky paper to try and swat them and then catch them with the paper. Because a bunch of dead flies on the carpet makes it look polka dotted. Which it is not. Ew.
We know a lot about polka dotted looking carpets since the guy in the office next to mine has poison. Great stuff, really. These buzzing creatures who seem to mock my thinking just fall over dead. Like, well, flies.
The poison causes the flies to act really oddly, kind of like they are break dancing and spinning on their backs (although he swears it is all natural).
And since there is obviously something wrong with me, I took a video.
The real downside of all this damn buzzing is when 5 or more flies get stuck on the paper on one day that they will periodically all attempt to get off of the paper at the same time- giving the creepy impression that the whole damn piece of cardboard will fly away. I would put them out of their misery by squashing them with something, but then it would remain stuck in the sticky paper.
If only I could stop them from getting into my office in the first place- but alas, they come from the ceiling.
Did I mention that I am glad that it is a 3-day weekend?!?