After a few sips, I left my coffee on the counter to have a shower. Dark arabica, no sugar, one third full cream milk, sitting in my favourite green and white striped fat teacup. When I came back, it was cold, a little flocculated, and there was a fly floating in the middle of the milky mess. A young one. Fragile looking. Quite dead. "Oh shit," I said. "There's a fly in my coffee." Then I stuck my finger in, index, right hand, fished it out, flicked it and finished my coffee.
Summer critters, 1/3.
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3 weeks ago
I caught a mood, the fly didn't bother me and I learned something by having to google flocculated...most satisfactory
Haha! Obviously Amazons do not scare easily.
Now if you had been scottish - you would of grabbed it by the wings and shook it while yelling - spit it out - spit it out :) :) :)
A touch of exotic flavoring must add to the moment.
I can't fault you here. Long ago, I walked in the living room where I had my cup of coffee sitting on the end table...my regular routine. Twinkie (the kitty) was on the chair arm, dipping her paw in my coffee and then licking it off. Lord only knows how much cat litter I drank over the years.
You guys crack me up! You should all write some small stones :) Scottish! Bwah haha! Twinkie. OMG.
Flocculate? I had to look that one up - now I can't wait to use it again. The fly wouldn't bother me but can't abide lukewarm or cold coffee. Good one!
Okay, I've flicked a teeny tiny fruit fly out of wine and drank (drunk?) it, but I really don't think I could flip a regular fly out of coffee and down the stuff. Yech!
But your story was worth it just to read Cowspotdogs' comment! LOL!
STONE the flamin' crows, it wasn't LOUIE was it?! huh?!
Nah ROSE. Too young. Maybe Junior?
Now I'm going to be humming Louie the fly, Louie the fly till I go to bed. Thanks.
Sounds like a bit of 'a fly in the ointment'! At least it didn't drink too much...
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