There were two flies trying to attack the light bulb on our ceiling fan last night. It was annoying to hear them. But more than that, those little pests were knocking all the dust off the fan and it was dusting down on me as I tried to read. Dangit pests, I know I need to dust up there but you don't have to remind me.
One of the flies landed (probably couldn't breathe from dust inhalation) on my blanket and I gave him a good flick. Not more than 20 seconds later, the little bugger flew right into my hair. I'm not kidding. It was like he was in attack mode. I'm serious. I flailed around like a wild woman trying to get the fly out of my hair while Ryan laughed and laughed at me.
Now, who says living in the sticks can't be fun!