There’s a fly in my house that always seems to buzz near my ear at the most inconvenient times. Despite many attempts to get it out of the house or relocate it permanently (at the end of a fly swatter), it disappears into the ether.

Even as I write this piece now, it’s buzzing behind my head, taunting me as I admonish in frustration at its existence.

Of course, this isn’t anything new because once this fly goes away, there will be another to replace it. Given the consistent annoyance, it only appears to be one fly.

One fly at a time, buzzing behind my ear, giving a constant reminder my well of patience only goes so deep. It just won’t go away.

It’s also a reminder of the flies in life. 

The constant reminders of seemingly tiny details that cause frustration because they’re not dealt with, or can’t be dealt with.

Even if one goes away, another problem will arise to replace it. None of them can be ignored because they always seem to have the greatest affect at the worst possible time.

They won’t quit and you can’t ignore them. Perhaps it’s time to deal with them directly.