….. and maybe it’s too late ….
Now me, I love apocalyptic movies and shows.
The Walking Dead – seen it – 3 times – the entire series.
Fear the Walking Dead – seen it once, entire series, just started it again.
Movies – love them.
War of the Worlds. World War Z. You name it.
In the real world, you know, the world we actually live in, we just came out of the COVID-19 pandemic.
The origins of COVID are still argued, and depending on your source of news, or your source of conspiracy theories, we might be arguing about it for decades.
But the bottom line is, some deadly virus hit us.
And it hit us hard.
What if a new one has already infiltrated our world?
Our homes?
What if it’s right now growing in numbers, just waiting to unleash its deadly pathogen on us unsuspecting normal folks?
This summer was hot.
Like crazy hot.
But we made it through.
And now Fall is upon us and the temperatures are cooler.
Me, I appreciate that.
But SON OF A…..
The fruit flies are out of control.
I thought it was just me.
Nope.
Not just me.
I had dinner at my neighbors’ Sunday evening and they were complaining about the darn things.
And it seems our two houses next door to each other aren’t the only ones.
A quick comment on a Milton, DE Facebook group board and BAMM.
Seems the entire town has those dreaded little bastards.
On the one hand, you take solace in knowing it’s not just you.
Then on the other hand, you think, “Jeez, is it the entire town?”
And then on the other hand…
Well, out of hands.
I only have the two hands.
So then another part of you might go full-tilt conspiracy theory and think:
“Uh oh.”
“Is this how it ends?”
Are the little tiny bastards possibly contaminating our food supplies?
Or perhaps our bodies?
Are these little flying demons from Hell itself carrying a deadly pathogen that gets into our bodies and starts eating our brains?
I guess I need to stop watching these end-of-the-world, zombie-inspired movies and TV series.
But then again…
It’s really good entertainment.
And also, earlier I pointed out that I only had two hands.
But if this whole fruit fly thing pops off, maybe I’ll grow a third hand.
And of three hands…
OH MY GOD.
Just imagine how many blog posts I’ll be able to write.
