I lost an argument with a fly today. It was an epic battle of the minds, lasting for what seemed like hours. I don’t know when exactly it was he found his way into my forever home, but I knew the moment I saw him he didn’t belong. So I did what any dog would do. I set out on a mission to take him down to Chinatown. Or at least down out of the sky.
It was not my first rodeo of this kind, and I began confident. I jumped, I twisted, I chased, I growled. I came so close to catching him I could taste victory…yet it evaded me. The darned fly flapped its teeny tiny little wings up to the farthest corner of the bedroom ceiling, a place not even a bed would help me reach. I can’t explain what happened next. I was completely overcome with frustration to the point I was almost fearful. It was an unusual turn of emotional events and it took me by surprise.
It’s nothing out of the ordinary for me to follow mom everywhere throughout the house, but in the moment I declared defeat I started snuggling up next to her regardless of where she stopped. I sat and snuggled up to her legs in six different places before she deduced something was awry. She (wrongfully) assumed I had won the victory with the fly when (in fact) I had lost. She told dad she thought I must of swallowed the fly (a theory which lasted about two minutes longer before dad caught and disposed of it).
I indeed had not swallowed the fly, but my mind turned to a children’s story involving an old lady who did. In the 1960s author Nadine Bernard penned the story of the woman who swallowed a fly (in addition to all sorts of other things) and the aftermath that ensues.
“I know an old lady who swallowed a fly, but I don’t know why she swallowed a fly…perhaps she’ll die,” the story reads. So the woman does what any woman would do (oh I jest) and swallowed a horse to catch a pig to catch a goat to catch a dog to catch a cat to catch a bird to catch a spider (“that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her”) all to catch the teeny tiny fly that started it all.
While it is an admittedly silly story, I think there is a lesson to be learned from the slippery slope it contains. Often negative thoughts begin as tiny flies buzzing around in our minds. The buzzing isn’t so bad at first, but slowly it grows louder and more irritating and before you know it has the power to develop into full-fledged pessimism. This cycle of negativity happened to me relatively quickly today as I found myself waving the white flag of forfeit to the fly who one the battle.
I lost an argument with a fly today. So what? It’s like the great American comedian Lucille Ball once said. “One of the things I learned the hard way is that it doesn’t pay to get discouraged. Keeping busy and making optimism a way of life can restore your faith in yourself.” My daily commitment to seeing the best in all people, places and things will not be defeated by this intruder. No sir. That fly may have won the battle, but he cannot win the war. It astounds me how something so tiny somehow be so powerful.
Keeping busy and making optimism a way of life can restore your faith in yourself.
These are good words. Thank you.
Thank you for commenting, friend! I love seeing your vastly curious paws on my pages. 🙂
Awwwwwww. Thanks : ) Kathryn
Mama says she knows that story as a song and that it is indeed silly that the old lady let something as little as a fly get to her. As one pup to the next, flies aren’t worth the trouble and they don’t taste good at all! Wooooowooooo, Ku
Indeed – they sure don’t taste good. Neither do bees….that was a lesson I learned the hard way. 🙂
You need to have a talk with my two cats, they have a totally different attitude about catching flys! But I like yours a lot more! Good One Wiley!
Thanks Penny! Say hi to the cats for me…give ’em an extra scratch behind the ears or something. 🙂
I did Wiley and thank you! It’s one of their nap times before a final stroll outside during the evening hours! 🙂
“I lost an argument with a fly today.” – Best way to start a post! :D:D:D:D Made me laugh before reading next sentence!
And you see Mr. Wiley, even though the fly was a victor, look at his destiny – the live being shall prevail!
(Another wisdom read from you makes my day complete~Thank you)
Dear friend! I’m so glad I brought laughter into your day with my silliness. That makes my day — see, this whole joy thing is contagious!
I’m sorry that fly got under your skin, Wiley. But you can always be grateful that it didn’t ACTUALLY get under your skin. That would have been disgusting!! Once I ate a butterfly. It was delicious, but it freaked Mom out, big time. She said the word, “Oh no you didn’t.” But oh yes I did.
Love and licks,
Oh goodness yes! Heavens that would have been terrible had the fly gotten under my skin. I have those kinds of conversations all the time – oh no you didn’t, oh yes I did. These are the things that add color to our lives. 😉 Lots of love to you dear Cupcake!
I remember that story about the old woman with the fly! Wow–that brings back memories. Well Wiley, I think your victory is in the wisdom you’ve expressed. Obviously, the fly does not have his own blog. Just goes to show you who is more talented than who. Right boy?!
I suppose you’re right, dear friend. And your words felt as good to read as a scratch behind the ears feels. Thank you! 🙂
I remember about this story, Wiley. I can catch all flies -you should see or greasy windows after a fly-hunt – WOW! (and my mom’s unhappy face) But Mr. George Herbert said: “You must lose a fly to catch a trout”. I hope you like fish? Have a wonderful Fathers Sunday
(And my mom’s unhappy face) – oh, how I know that face. Thanks for sharing that quote from George Herbert – it’s a good one! And I do like fish! I’ve been boating a few times and I have been known to even jump in the water to try to catch the fish! I love life’s little adventures even if they occasionally get me in trouble. 🙂
Brilliant, Wyles! Semper Fi! HuntMode
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I’m not a fan of flies.
Oh Wiles, I know what you mean. Nothing worse than catching and swallowing a fly — unless of course it flies down your throat of it’s own accord. Aaack! Cough, cough, splutter!