Flies

It's funny, isn't it? You share space with an object, day in, day out and never notice how it changes.

Only the other day friends admired my reading light.

This evening I realised it had become a morgue of moths, a funeral of flies. Fitting for the season of ghoulies and ghosties?

And the problem is you have to take it apart to clean out the bodies. So you can't do it until daylight, and when am I at home in the daylight this time of year?