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It’s that time of year again.  Truckers have entered hunting season.  Our prey is elusive so we must be alert.  They are quick so our reflexes must be sharp.  They are quiet so our hearing must be acute.  They are relentless so we must persevere.  Our prey?  The common household fly.

It’s amazing how a trucker’s entire world comes to a halt when a fly enters the cab of the truck.  When you live in a real home, you can tolerate a pesky fly now and then because the little sucker has a lot of room to move and hide.  Heck, you may not even realize his buzzy little butt is there.  Not so in a truck.

Because the cab of a truck is about the size of a walk-in closet, a fly has nowhere to go and has nothing to do but annoy you.  Try to drive and it will be fly-by-buzzing you.  Try to sleep and it will use your face as a landing strip.  Simply put, there is no peace until it is gone.  It must be hunted down, killed, and sent to insect hell.  And that is exactly what happens.

When The Evil Overlord and I spot a fly in our cab, it’s understood that the truck will not move again until it is squashed with a rolled up magazine, or if it’s extremely lucky, shooed out an open window.  Even if we are rolling down the highway when the spotting occurs, we hit the nearest exit ramp to exorcise the little demon.  Only after a successful kill and a victory dance do we feel relaxed enough to roll again.

Now if we could just figure out how to rid ourselves of those other pests:  automobile drivers.