Some things that really challenge me are probably quite silly to others but I'm often challenged throughout summer in particular by that little nuisance - the household fly.
I don't mean in a way that's easily fixed with a good burst of fly spray or a plastic swat from the $2.00 Shop.
I mean that one pesky little mongrel that is the one in a zillion with a functioning brain that was bred just to piss me off!.
It always appears when I'm sitting watching something really interesting on TV and it KNOWS the fly spray can is empty and the fly swat is somewhere around but no-one knows where.
It lands usually at the hairline, top centre of my forehead and I swear, it seems to triple in size when it lands - and it ALWAYS does it in a way that makes me jump.
I slap it away but then, it hovers - just out of reach and to the side where I can't quite see it and after a few seconds - it zooms in again.
By this time I'm really pissed off and start battering my head and cursing at the little @@#$%.
This battle goes on for ages until I end up getting off my butt and leaving the arena.
Have you ever heard a fly laugh? It's not a pleasant sound
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