But I avoid flies because they are scary, not because they are dirty!
Episode 1 - The Fly Squeeze
Something small and black was flying around like crazy.
It landed on top of my banana.
My mom tried to kill the fly while it was busy nibbling on the banana.
It was not that easy to catch it, but she somehow managed to punch(?) the fly when it was sitting on the banana.
Her fist went down directly on the banana, and unfortunately, the banana broke in half.
A few moments later, we were just stunned.
I was lying on the bed, surprised because the banana broke in half.
My mom was too worried about the banana which had fallen on the clean blanket.
Then where was the fly?
My eyes fell upon my arm, and there was a tiny black spot.
I rolled and rolled all over the bed and screamed!
It was the banana fly, which apparently had died of my mom's punch.
I couldn't accept it.
How dare a dead fly possibly be on my bare skin?
I think that part of me is very strange, too.
(Actually, I almost tipped over the chair while writing this post because of a fly.)
Unfortunately, I can't change my feelings on flies.
When I see a fly, goose bumps form all over me instantly!
Sometimes I imagine how those flies would feel when they see me.
Still, I don't think they would be as horrified as I am when I see them!