Me: <[Typing] O moon-kiss'd maid with... Fly: [Lands on my wrist] Bzzzt! (Translation: "Hi!") Me: [Absentmindedly flick my wrist and return to typing]...a booger in thy nose / Wherefore art thou Romeo's? / Would that I might... Fly: [Buzzes around a bit, then returns to my wrist. Flies are nothing if not persistent.] Bzzzt! ("I like you!") Me: [Flick my wrist again] Dammit. Fly: [Lands on the frame of my computer screen] Bzzzt! ("Will you be my friend? I think we could be great chums, you and I.") Me: [Swatting at fly] Get a-WAY! Go! Shoo! Fly: [Returns to the frame] Bzzzt! ("I offer you friendship. You respond with hostility. Will you not reconsider? I have powerful connections.") Me: [Positioning my hands to clap them together against the fly] You shall die. Fly: Uh-oh. [Takes off before I can nail it, then circles back and lands momentarily on my knee, out of reach] Bzzzt! ("Pthhhhtttt!")I once was having a tabletop conversation with a friend when a fly zipped down out of nowhere like a tiny black meteor, straight at my shirt front. I glanced down at my chest but saw nothing, so I continued talking. But my friend's eyes had grown large, and I could tell something was distracting her. Finally she said, "Bob, did that fly just fly into your pocket?" "Ha, ha!" I said. "Nah!" Then from my pocket I heard a muffled Bzzzt! (Translation: "Don't be too sure about that.") I looked down. There was the fly, looking up. We locked eyes, not an easy feat when teeny-weeny compound eyes are involved. "Bzzzt!" said the fly, which I took to mean, "This is great! I really like it in here." That's how flies are this time of year. They whiz all over the place like miniscule stunt pilots on amphetamines, performing side slips and barrel rolls and all kinds of maneuvers with no discernible purpose. Then they land on me. I don't get it. I don't like it. And I don't like flies. "Bzzzt!" No, we cannot be friends. Now get off my kneecap. __________________________ * Actually, Native Americans had no such name. I made it up just now. But they would have invented it if they'd been paying attention.
Deer have antlers that can fatally kill humans. However, most deer-associated deaths are caused not by these antlers but by accidents on highways. Deer often cross highways and stop right in the middle of roads, causing collisions among vehicles. It is estimated that around 120 people die every year because of deer.While deer causing collisions "among vehicles" invites some interesting visualization, the first sentence is the one that gets my instant attention. It implies that a person can be nonfatally killed, a fascinating concept. In my experience, nonfatal killings are exceedingly rare. I myself have never witnessed one. Perhaps they are only associated with deer antlers. I picture the following scene:
Godfather: Didja rub out Luca?
Nicko: Yeah, Luca's dead.
GF: How you do it?
N: Used a deer antler.
GF: A deer antler! You idjit! What if ya killed him nonfatally!
N: I stuck it troo his ribs inta his heart. He sure looked fatally killed to me.
GF: No, no, no! How many times I tell yous guys: you want da job done right, never, ever use a antler. Oh, sure, a deer antler can fatally kill a human. But don't count on it. Nonfatal killings happen. Now, you take a gun and go back and take care-a Luca proper.
- a factual opener,
- a shocking middle, and
- a wry editorial conclusion.