On the fly

Today was a fly day.

Last night I photographed a very smelly decaying mouse shrew. I found it on the cement back courtyard, left there by Mr Cat. I am sad when the cat kills gratuitously but sometimes the gifts are interesting creatures. The stinky shrew had a very pointy nose, big incisors on its top and bottom jaw that overlapped each other, for gnawing I suppose… (rodent comes from the Latin rodere – to gnaw)

I burned some sweet incense to hide the smell but the sweetness mixing with the putridness only served to sicken me. I ended up photographing with a nose mask on, the blue white dentist, nurse type. I felt very scientific medical and it helped keep the smell away as my own breath was circulated back to me behind the gauze.

To add to the malodorousness, I decided to also photograph rotten cooked quails eggs that had been waiting in the fridge for me and were now slimy and sticky. They added a sulphurous noxiousness to the mix. On top the stenches, to add the high note, I was farting, courtesy of a dinner from vegetables that had been in the fetid fridge for too long. What a smelly night, firmly living up to my nick name as a child.

I did open the windows and let in fresh, icy air before I went to bed. In the morning the lingering incense smell brought back the putrid smell too. I couldn’t tell if it was real or if the two were fused in my imagination. The house was also full of flies, those small flies that insist on sitting on you, only to persistently return if you shoo them away.

It was a lovely gentle damp cloudy morning and to get my dose of vitamin D, I went into my vegetable garden, which was now brown and haggard at the end of the summer fruition. The flies followed me outside, perhaps the stench was still stuck in my hair and eyebrows. I started weeding a small area to plant the garlic cloves that had spontaneously sprouted green shoots in my rather rank, mildewed fridge.

While weeding I noticed the black, yellow and white caterpillars that love all brassicas. They were eating the leftover rocket crop. As I explored further, they were everywhere in clumps of newly hatched siblings. They consume everything green and I wanted to at least revive my spinach that was overcrowded by tomato plants in summer. I pulled out the left over, already seeded rocket and threw the plants with hopefully many hanger-on caterpillars in the compost. Compost is the perfect place for worms. I always marvel how nature makes waste so essential to life and growth. The flies were still bothering me, buzzing in my hair and face.

The horribly persistent little buzzers followed me inside and would not leave me alone. It was time for the lethal weapon of the orange fly swatter. I rarely take it out, it feels too cruel and unnecessary to squash the pests and that leaves a mess, But the persistence of three little menaces became too much. I stood up with in swat mode with my brain focussed on operation destroy.

I immediately became giddy with the whirlwind mixture of strong negative emotions inside me. Swaying I reached for a chair and had to flop down, my tight grip on the swatter relinquished. I was completely off balance and had to find my centre.

After a period of rest, I realised that the little flies had collected on the window and all I needed to do was open it up and use the fly swatter to gently guide them outside. No more flies on me.

As a kind of a peacemaking gesture, I created a fly love image today. They wanted to come into union and french kiss. So here are my deep kissing flies.

Actually they are opposing sides of the same fly, so its really a falling in love with self, when two become one, non-duality.


On the fly