They know what they are doing those blue bottles you know. They hover around your neighbourhood on the lookout for open windows and doors through which they can come in and annoy you. That’s their purpose in life. It’s a game they play because they know you can’t bear the buzzing and fussing. They love to see you get worked up and they can sense your frustration with their little games. One of their favourites is to rush around the windows and bash their heads against the glass. Do you think that they can’t see it? Do you think they can’t feel it? Of course they can with their compound eyes and suckered feet. They are just toying with you, teasing you.
They want you to get up out of your chair but they will wait silently until you are comfortable and then buzz. It’s not just their wings that are buzzing but their tiny little laughs, ha ha, they’re mocking you from behind the curtains. They’re watching you, waiting for you to flinch, waiting for you to put your paper down or put your mug of tea down and they’re teasing you so you get up out of your chair. You move and they stop. You stop and they move. Eventually they know you’ll give in and get up to open the window. Then their fun really begins. Open the window and they can see the outside. They can feel the rush of air and they know to fly in the opposite direction. They know this will upset you even more. They know that you will curse and swear and flick at them with a newspaper (the one you had to stop reading) but they are nimble and quick and confusing and they can’t be beaten this way, they can play this game all day. They know you will try to catch them in a glass but a billion years of evolution has given them total vision and they see you coming. You think they can’t see the glass in the window? How come they can certainly see the glass in your hand?
When they have had enough of this they are off. They fly the length of the room and back again, weaving in and out of the furniture. Backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, buzzing past your head and pretending to get in your ears. They make the hair stand up on the back of your neck every time they come close. If they are bold they might land on the sofa next to you, cajoling you, sticking it to you, urging you to come out and play.
Ha ha, you’re on your feet again but where are you going, they are over there by the window? What’s that in your hand, a can, an aerosol? But that’s not fair, that’s not in the rules, they can’t compete with that. Shame on you, they were only having a bit of fun and there is no sport in killing a poor little blue bottle.
Thoughts from a Guerrilla Worker 