The Fly

Pretty much exactly one year ago, my flat was infested by tiny black flies. They were swarming outside, and some of them targeted my windows. The whole event lasted a few hours, and then all was left was for the spiders to gorge themselves on the feast that was lined up on their webs like little snacks.

This time around, probably due to the weather, those tiny critters have swarmed for three days now. This means that I can't open the windows in the flat, and still they come in occasionally through the ventilation.

Last year, one of those tiny flying insects had managed to crawl inside my laptop screen - underneath the plastic, above the actual screen - whereupon it died, leaving its carpace carcass like a dead apostrophe in my line of vision. I've grown accustomed to it, much like you don't see the rims of your glasses unless you think about them. But now, the dead bug has a mate, since another one has found it's way into the screen, and died. Luckly, it is in the top right hand corner and can be similarly ignored.

Still, I hope it rains soon, so that they are washed away from my windows at least.