It’s warm.

Really fecking warm.

The kind of warm that when you take your t-shirt off, you get that really uncomfortable heat surrounding your head as you take the t-shirt off over your head.

It’s also the kind of warmth that throws up the signs outside of every open window — “Flies, inside this way”.

I managed to destroy the previous wave with one of those electrified tennis rackets that shock and kill the flies.

Then the weather cooled.

But now the heat has returned. And with it, the second battalion of airborne pests.

So now I wander the halls* of my home like Negan, looking for fly skulls to bash in.

So if you hear the sound of electric shocks and/or cupboards being hit with cheap plastic, don’t worry. It’s just me working the perimeter.

Enjoy the weather.

*header image generated with Gemini AI