This morning, in the middle of a vocabulary lesson, a fly boldly landed on my Smartboard—front and center, like it had a teaching credential of its own. But this wasnt just any fly. No, this was an artistic fly. A fly with vision. A fly on a mission. With each tiny step, it triggered the touchscreen, dragging digital ink across the screen as it strolled. Line by line, it began to sketch what could only be described as abstract expressionism—somewhere between a toddlers doodle and a Rorschach test. My students were entranced, gasping and pointing as the flys chaotic masterpiece unfolded in real time. I think its a masterpiece! someone shouted. No, its the Mona Lisa! yelled another. Meanwhile, I stood there, stylus in hand, utterly dethroned. The fly was running the lesson now. It had complete control of the board and the class attention. At one point, it paused dramatically—right at the center of the board—like it was admiring its own work. And just when we thought it was done, it started again. Eventually, the fly took off, leaving its art behind like a rogue street artist escaping the scene. Uhh who gave the fly editing privileges. Fly crawling on a touch screen screen and accidentally drawing while it roams around the screen inside a classroom in front of the students who were amazed