You're Afraid of What?

I was writing the date on an 8 year old piano students assignment book this week. All of a sudden he said, "TEN MORE DAYS!" I said, "until your birthday?" Sure enough, how did I guess? He then carried on about the party plans. How his Mom was having a Reptile-specialist come, bringing all kinds of creepy crawly things to show the kids. Of course, I had to let him know how much I hated . . .you know whats . . . He told me about his love for everything slimy, slithery, and stuck to the "no pest" strips that his parents had laying all around his house and in the garage. (I think I am glad I don't live in his neighborhood.. . either that or he has a really good imagination!)
I was getting the creeps when all of sudden he took cover like a baseball bat was coming at him right between the eyes. His legs shot up, his head ducked down, his hands covered his face. In a split second he was in a fetal position on the bench, balancing himself on his hind end.
I had seen the same thing he saw. Guess what? . . . A F L Y!
I couldn't believe my eyes. The kid was afraid of FLIES! I slapped my hand down on my leg in laughter. Trying to compose myself, I continued to wipe away uncontrollable tears. . . a FLY?
He spend the rest of the lesson being "dive bombed", only to take cover again and again, which only made my sides hurt. I would have swatted it if we ever saw it land. . .
. . .or maybe not.