On the fly

Pretty sure this conversation happened this morning:

“Let’s go to the other room, less crowded there, we can do the mating dance”

“What about the human?  She’s in that other room!”

“Oh we’ll be gone long before she stirs, come on!”

In the other room:

After some fun and games…

“Hey, check this out!”

“Are you nuts?  That’s her nose!”

“She just shoos me away, watch, I’ll show you!  You could do this a dozen times, and she won’t stir!”

“I’m not that stupid!”

“Well I’m going to do it again, who’s with me?”

“I’m not!”

“Not me either!”

“Nah-ah!”

“You wusses!  It’s simple!  Watch..”

“Oh did you see that?!?  She shooed that time”

“Yeh, but she’s harmless, she missed me by miles!  I dare you guys, come on, it’ll be fun!”

“Ok, but I’ll just fly around above her head, not going near her.”

“Oh even I can do better than that, I’ll land on her hair”

“Oh you wuss!  Everyone knows humans don’t feel hair, I’ll land on her cheek”

“You’re all wusses, go straight for the nose I say!”

Me:  “Ok, that does it, where’s the bloody fly swatter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

As I stir grumpily from my interrupted sleep annoyed with the flies that kept landing on my nose!