Ever wish you could be a fly on the wall?
Well I have one. It’s sitting on my cubicle wall, just sitting there, staring at me. I know it’s not dead, I saw it fly there an hour ago. And occasionally it washes itself.
But mostly it’s just sitting there, staring at me. It’s not flying around. It’s not wandering back and forth, or trying to land on my glass of ice tea.
It’s. Just. Staring.
I’ve tried staring it down, but it won. I’ve gotten up and left, then come back, and it’s still here. It was facing the other way a few minutes ago, but now it’s just staring at me.
What does it want?
What could it possibly want!?