The Last Fly.

Since the end of August I have been killing what I thought was the last fly.  But then many more would appear.  Out of nowhere, I tell ya!  But now it's nearing the end of October.  The weather has turned chill.  And this is

THE LAST FLY.

Note: please don't notice that my faucet thingy there needs some good vinegar to get rid of the stains.  And don't notice that the counter place there behind the sink where the last fly has fallen to its doom is in need of a good scrubbing.  Now that the last fly has fallen, it will be cleaned.  Not that I was waiting for the last fly to fall to clean it.  But because the last fly has landed there.. It needs a good scrubbing.   And how many of you said "The Laaaaast Melon" when you read the title of this post?  Wouldn't it be fun if you could hear me just tell you the post?!  I mean, then I could really tell you some of this stuff with just the right inflection.  And stuff.  The last melon is from Ice Age. In case you were wondering.