Phly on a PHIC phactory wall

Phly on a PHIC phactory wall

It’s that time of year again. I began scouting for a place to hide during the cold Johannesburg winter.


You wouldn’t believe some of the places I have had to endure in the past. Last winter, a few of my friendzzzzzzzzz invited me to spend the season in an abandoned Piki Tup garbage truck. Gross. Dirt has never been my thing. I’m not your fly of the mill Diptera. And yes it’s true… some of these OCD tendencies have cost me my social life, and they might be the reason I haven’t found an eligible mate yet … but I can’t compromise on my principles. My mom keeps telling me I need help. She says this ‘mental illness’ of mine is a total buzzz kill. She should talk…. As far as I’m concerned, she is completely fly polar herself. 500 kids will do that to you.


Anyways, after a long summer on a beautiful dairy farm just on the outskirts of the buzzling city, I caught wind of a dairy delivery. In no time at all, I found myself in this strange little phactory with a PH.


At first, I nearly froze my antenna off in there. It was colder inside then it was outdoors!! I thought to myself; “What kind of sorcery is this?!?”. I asked a couple of mosquitos outside that had just came back from a night out of drinking. They looked at each other, laughed, and said “LG, man… Life’s Good!”, and went to bed. What a silly bunch of unhelpful pests.


But I was intrigued. I had to find out more… I asked the spider in the tile cracks to make me a hair net, and I went back in.


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