I think there was an insect love triangle going on in my apartment earlier today. The sun was dim and the air was cool outside my open window; there had been a pouring rain a few minutes earlier but now it was just drizzling out and I could feel the mugginess of the late summer storm. I was sitting at my computer trying to write as three flies together were angrily buzzing about in spirals at my back. Two of them would spiral around each other at furious speeds, buzzing as loudly as they could, and then the third would cut in, there would be a confrontation, one would get chased off and now there would be two again at my back with an angry buzzitzit buzzitzit. All of this right at my back, the flies hitting my shirt and at times alighting on my clothes or hair, as I was trying to write, sweating, getting frustrated. I wish I had a flyswatter. They kept landing on me all day--one would land on my knee, and I would swat at it; of course he would take off safely away, and then land right back in the same spot as if to say Ha! It's 2:30 a.m. now and the flies have calmed down. Perhaps it was the rain that had them riled up.