Unnerving

Have you ever seen the 1986 film, The Fly?  If flies weren't already freaky, this film will help you to shiver a little more when you're surrounded by them.
So picture this.  We get back from 5 days away from home only to find that tons of baby flies have birthed somewhere and I can't seem to kill them all.  They're larger than gnats.  Definitely baby flies.  I knew we must be harvesting them somewhere because no one had been opening a door in our house for half a week.
Suddenly, last night after we returned from our various activities, we walked into the den, turned on the light, and began to freak out.
There were about 7 nickel-size flies chillaxin on the den ceiling.  They aren't horse flies, but definitely fat and happy.  I ran through killing them, which wasn't hard because their heavy bodies are slow and sluggish, and disgustingly juicy.  No sooner had I killed these, than 3 more appeared.  AH!  I was already planning on having nightmares.  May as well.  How could I not.  I just knew we'd wake in the morning with 32 more and I would have no appetite for my breakfast.
I taped plastic bags over the old floor/wall vents (they are supposedly blocked from the crawlspace), unsure what opening they were sneaking through.
When I woke this morning, there was nary a fly to be seen.  Only a bit later I saw one through the den window curtain.  I SLAMMED that fly swatter on the curtain and realized it was in-between the the storm window pane and the outer window pane.  Pealed back the lovely white curtains to discover a rich bounty of fat flies trapped between the panes.  I taped up the tiny holes they had been sneaking through in the storm window.  Bla.

I apologize that my blog content has become not too meaningful.  I've only been reading books for entertainment this summer, rather than to sharpen my mind and strengthen my character.  I'll do better.  For now, it's a short story blog.

Here is another story.  I have had a sinus headache for 2 weeks now.  It comes and goes and moves to different parts of my head.  Yesterday it up and moved to my face.  I though my eye balls would pop right out.  It woke me in my sleep last night and I thought, "Is this how I'm going to go?"  I have irrational fears. :) It crossed my mind that this thing could kill me.  I writhed for a bit and finally took some meds.  I'm okay now, but fear it's return.
After a night of writhing and fly nightmares, my coffee maker sputtered it's last.  I took my face pressure, tired self and kids to Bed Bath and Beyond and got a new one pronto.

My flies are trapped.  My medicine is working.  My coffee is in me.  Things are looking up.