It just kept flying around the room. Bugging me. I was trying to sleep but this insect, this fly was so large it made noise like an outboard motor on Lake Winnipeg. When I finally threw the lights on in the middle of the night I was pissed. It wasn’t hard to spot buzzing about the room either, given its tour bus size. I picked up my latest issue of Backpacker magazine and spotted the insect making its way against the north wall of my bedroom. That’s when I leap into action, brought up the rolled magazine and made my strike. It was a dead on hit. Now permanently affixed to the wall in a way reminiscent of how the British used to do. Kinda of like placing a head on a stick at The Tower of London. Don’t come in here. That was six months ago. I haven’t seen a fly since.