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Flies For Lunch
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Flies For Lunch
Ex 8:21-22
For if you do not let My people go, behold, I will send swarms of flies on you and on your servants and on your people and into your houses; and the houses of the Egyptians will be full of swarms of flies, and also the ground on which they dwell. NASU
I don’t like flies. As far as I can tell, the only point of flies is so God can use them to swarm evil people. When you camp, you have to learn to deal with flies. Flies must be an issue with me because every journey, I write a story about them. Use the search feature at the top of the Home Page of this website and check out the word “flies.” You’ll see a number of entries.
On the first journey, I was so lonely, I adopted a pet fly. (search for story “My Pet Fly) After that, I began traveling with Belle so I haven’t felt the need to adopt any more flies. On the last journey, the flies must have wanted revenge because they attacked Belle. (search for story “Killer Flies”)
On this journey, I’ve noticed how different flies are. The Great Salt Lake has millions of tiny brine flies, commonly called “shore” flies. Flies from Alabama are small and so fast that I can’t swat them. Kansas and Nebraska flies are so fat and slow that I can even catch them with my hand. Minnesota flies are the worse. They bite!
Yesterday, I used my handy dandy fly swatter and killed a fat lazy Kansas fly. “Gotha,” I said triumphantly as he fell to the ground. My perfect dainty Belle, who I have faithfully groomed every two weeks, promptly gobbled up the dead fly. “Yuck,” I screamed. “Spit it out.” She ignored me and swallowed. “See if I let you kiss me anymore,” I scolded. Belle must like flies better than I.
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