fiy me to the moon

So I'm eating my lunch today in the main dinning room and something lands on my cup. It is a fly. My new little friend and his buddies all decide to perch themselves on either my shoulder, face, cup or table......waiting like vultures to dive down onto my food the moment I get up. They have become almost like family, eating with me at the dinner table. Last night, at dinner as I ate my meal, there were no flies to greet me once I sat down with my plate. I almosted missed their pressence.