This fly spent nearly an hour buzzing at my office window this morning, desperately trying to escape. Oddly, if the fly did escape, I have my doubts about whether it would have survived the unseasonably cold 20 degree weather.
Though I suppose it doesn’t matter. Later in the afternoon the fly became the victim of afternoon boredom and irritation. It became target practice for my Nerf gun.
What, no after-Nerf picture? :-)
Sorry, man. There was nothing left.