I have befriended a fly. I’m serious, we’ve bonded. He’s on my keyboard as I type this. About a week ago he got into the house, and has been surviving on crumbs and dreams ever since. He seemed to take a real interest in me right from the start, and so we have fallen into a somewhat hesitant, yet pleasant routine; even the kids have come to accept him. I find myself looking for him as I move about the house, and wonder what he’s up to if he isn’t with me.
This morning I woke up and he was on the ceiling above my bed, watching me, and for reasons I can’t quite explain, I didn’t mind. I think if I really tried, I could train him (because of course this kind of crazy needs to be escalated to a whole new level).