| Comment | I have some plants on my windowsill and every morning I will open my window and encourage any flies outside.
I thought we had an understanding, everything changed when the fly-nation attacked, as one of the little buggers flew up my nose and got stuck somewhere in my sinus cavity, a slow lingering death by bogie ensued.
Cue me blowing my nose and hawking up spit for the next few hours while its corpse itself lodged firmly there. |
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