FLY ON THE WALL

 

FLY ON THE WALL

The child sat quietly in his wooden crib watching. Something small was moving along the top rail. Musca Domestica buzzed near his face, and he instinctively reacted swatting clumsily at the creature with his chubby little hand. He missed striking the creature, although that was not the intent. He was too young to even know what Musca Domestica was, let alone possess the coordination that would enable his even having a chance to strike the creature. He had struck out instinctively, a protective reaction inherited by all human children. Musca Domestica landed on the wall near to the crib, and with a twist of its head and its huge eyes, took in its surroundings. The child watched in amazement as Musca Domestica buzzed about the crib. A few minutes passed, and Musca Domestica took flight and disappeared out the door of the bedroom. The child continued to watch in amazement, taking note of everything. 

And I've been taking notes ever since.

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