I am on the verge of insanity. Really, I cannot take much more. The cluster flies are here. A sunny day and they congregate on the house like sun worshipping vacationers at the beach. But, not content to stay on the outside of the house, they squeeze through any available crack or crevice, no matter how microscopic. Of course, once in, all they want to do is go back out again. One fickle, feckless fly is banging at the office window as I sit here now. I was driven out of the living room by a dozen fat, lazy, disgusting, buzzing, bumbling cretinous creatures circling the front window. If you are not familiar with cluster flies, you may think my berserk reaction is over blown; but if you know cluster flies, you know exactly why they are making me CRAZY. That buzzing is like a drill on my very last nerve.
Seriously, the lights go on at 4:00 p.m. around here. You can't sit and read by a lamp or watch a little television without clueless cluster flies bombarding every light source. Try to imagine a fly dropping into your wine glass during the evening meal. Try to imagine putting your head on your pillow only to realize there's a fly on the ceiling, on very likely to just drop during the night and land in your open mouth. Yes, they're easy enough to swat, but reinforcements just soldier on. Pollenias rudis--very rude, indeed.