I was getting ready for bed, when I switched off the light, I saw a gigantic fly next to the switch board. I wanted to smack it with rolled newspapers but as if the rascal could read my mind with its structured dome eyes, it flew away.
I went to bed anyway and was about to go to sleep when it suddenly flew into my right ear!! Shit!!! I quickly fan it away and switched on the lights! And there it was, staring back at me next to the switch board again!
I must kill it this time! That piece of nuisance again flew away. I took my blanket, trying to catch it.. I looked like some deranged matador. Adrenaline pumping throughout my body. I was holding the blanket with my fist, waiting to strike. Then, I saw it hanging out at the top corner of the wall. I tried to zap it with my blanket again, then the blanket almost got entangled on the moving fan!! Geez!!!! Instead of catching the fly, I almost destroy the ceiling fan! And getting dusts dropping on my bed sheet! @&%=-**@
This scenario somehow reminded me of Walter White in Breaking Bad, trying to get the fly out of his meth lab, to avoid contamination. I felt it was really hilarious, the deranged and angry state that I was in, almost the same as Walter’s predicament. So, I decided to chill.. And switch off the lights and typed this stupid story via my small phone in the dark. I hope I don’t snore with my mouth open tonight…