Shoo-Shoo, Fly Boy!

IT’S TIME TO SCRAM, MR. TONY BOLOGNA

Anthony Has Over Stayed His Welcome At The Grotto …

My Humble Abode With A Lovely View Of A Nice Suburban Park Across The Street.

Perhaps, That’s The Appeal To Him – An Uninvited House Guest – A Petulant, Little Pest With No Self Control.

“… ‘T-Bone’ Is A Common House Fly – Musca Domestica – Meh, Hardly Rare, Dude. At Last Global Inventory, He Was About 1-In-17 Quadrillion … 15 Zeros To The Bean Counters.”

IMAGINE THE CRAZY ODDS

Of Us – Tee & Mee – Meeting?

17,000,000,000,000,000:1

“And Oh, So Unapologetically, Clingy – I Don’t Do Well With Clingy – Or, Clingetty-Clingsters … Any Type Of Cling/Clung/Clink/Clank/Clunk … Hey, Is ‘Clunduggery’ A Proper Word?”

I Need My Space – Fly-Free – Shoo-Shoo. Also, I’ve Never Tried Shoo Fly Pie.

TEE’S BEEN BUZZING AROUND …

Flapping His Tiny Wings And Parking His Diptera Sticky Under Carriage All Over My Joint Since Saturday Morning …

Sure, I Left The Front Door Open – It Was A Pretty Day And I Felt Like Letting Some Of My Love Out To Mingle With Nature – But, I Don’t Remember Pitching A Sign Suggesting:

“All Free-Loading Members Of The Suborder Cyclorrhapha Are Welcome.”

I’m Not Running An Airbnb For Cheap-Ass Migrant Muscoidea.

MUST HE FOLLOW ME TO THE BATHROOM?

Wait While I Finish Showering? Loiter On The Counter When I Shave? Touch Everything?

Lounge On My Bluetooth Speaker? Thumb Through My Curated Spotify Spotifly Lists?

He Likes Funk-2-Funky – So, We Have That Bit Of Cool In Common – And, Tee Dances … Moves Like Jagger With Wings.

“Dancing Fool, I Miss Him Already. Please Don’t Tell Carl V.”

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