Fly me to the moon

You wouldn't want to be a fly would you? Think of all the things that can kill you. A fly squatter. Paralysing spray. A fast tongued lizard. A venus fly trap. Sticky paper. A windscreen. A number plate. A rolled up newspaper.

And just when you've diced with death and escaped all these terrors, you head for the sunset and boooiiiiiiinnnnnnnggg! An invisible force has snatched you from the sky and suspended you in mid air. Your flight path is impeded but you don't know how. Your wings seem glued together. As you thrash about in panic, your body becomes cocooned by a glistening thread and your limbs begin to seize.

Suddenly, in the corner of your eye, something moves. Quickly, as if it were tip toeing across a hot tin roof, it's upon you. Before you can breathe your last breath, it's fangs are in you. The venom gushes through your nervous system and you are drained of reaction and movement. Within seconds, you are being twisted and turned whilst a string of silk is wrapped around your motionless torso.

As your mind closes down, you pray for a fast moving windscreen.