Monday, June 02, 2008
The lord of the flies
It's a typical scene for a day working at home - my desk contains a laptop, mobile phone, paper notebook, empty coffee cup, and a flyswatter.
On this warm late spring day, the flies are out in their thousands, which I suppose is one of the disadvantages of living on the edge of a farming village.
A few years back, the crop of the pesky little blighters proved even to be too rich for our Venus flytrap, or Dionaea muscipula, which withered and died.
It could be worse: compared to a city, the air is pollution-free, and I can hear the birds singing. It's a peaceful backdrop and I've shifted loads of work, in anticipation of a quick swim later in what we call "the lake", which is five minutes away. And people ask why I live in Germany ...
On this warm late spring day, the flies are out in their thousands, which I suppose is one of the disadvantages of living on the edge of a farming village.
A few years back, the crop of the pesky little blighters proved even to be too rich for our Venus flytrap, or Dionaea muscipula, which withered and died.
It could be worse: compared to a city, the air is pollution-free, and I can hear the birds singing. It's a peaceful backdrop and I've shifted loads of work, in anticipation of a quick swim later in what we call "the lake", which is five minutes away. And people ask why I live in Germany ...
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