“Are you catching flies or what?”
When I was young, I heard this line on occasion from my mother.
It usually happened while intently watching a favorite cartoon or TV program.
I couldn’t help myself. My big teeth and overbite kept getting in the way of always keeping my mouth closed.
It still does.
I catch myself doing it at work while intently watching an Excel spreadsheet, and also scrunching my face so I can see better with the bifocals. The open mouth and scrunching doesn’t really add anything to the scene other than a strange effect and good opportunity for a bad selfie.
I’m doing it now. Again. Scrunching, gaping.
Mom would finish with, “Shut your mouth!” The poor woman was trying to teach her tomboy daughter to be ladylike and self-aware, I suppose.
Or she was afraid I’d really swallow a fly and choke on it, and then she’d have to call my dad to come home (because she didn’t drive) and take me to the ER to extract said fly. On the way home, dad would have to stop at the hardware store for duct tape or mosquito netting, because that would be the only way she could ensure I’d never swallow a fly again.
Thankfully, catching and swallowing a fly never happened until I became an adult and drove a motorcycle.
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