Yesterday there was a ginormous fly in our house. After we killed it my older brother Kyler chased me around the house with a dead fly in his fingers. Its not that I am afraid of a fly but I really just don't want to touch a dead one. I had to check before I went to bed if the fly was in my bed because he had threatened to put it in there earlier. little did I know he was brainstorming other things to do with the fly. Well the next day I went to school and at lunch time everything seemed to be normal except for when i went to get my drink there was a fly taped to the front of it, the same fly my brother was teasing me with the day before. There was also something else that happened to me at lunch. My peanut butter sandwich tasted funny and it just happened to be sitting right next to my drink with the fly. And since flies and mosquitoes are so much alike I just hope Kyler knows that if I die from west nile virus he gets to pay for every thing.
