Older ones, I think, since they are larger and they alight for longer, compared to younger, which are smaller, more frenetic, and unpredictably harder to hit.
The two are where the action is — me — ignoring the other end of the office, where no one is. They buzz me, God only knows why, at my end.
They cause me no end of distraction. I’ve slapped and missed, now, several times with a 3X5 pad. This has taken me completely away from the sublimities of TR.
(HAH! Got one!)
Makes me think of the old ways. Does anyone sell the old-fashioned wire flyswatter anymore? Or, those sticky tape thingies you would hang from the ceiling? Last time I looked, they didn’t.
Maybe if I publicize this, and the remaining fly is wired, glued as it is at the moment to the monitor, it will take a hint.
I can’t believe I am the only one in the world harassed so.