In police vernacular, a "floater" is a dead body found in the water. In aging vernacular a "floater" is a small dark shape that appears in your eye and darts across your "screen" randomly. I remember hearing my Dad complain about floaters. More recently my husband reported having one. Mine appeared two weeks ago and I'm not adjusting to it very well.
One cannot prepare for a floater - they appear randomly. Often, when mine pops up and zooms across my field of vision I raise my right hand to my forehead and brush my "hair" from my eye. I often think it's a stray hair. But it isn't. Fools me every darn time. For those times when I don't think it's a stray hair, I KNOW it's a fruit fly. One of those pesky little bugs that hitch hikes in on your plums or peaches. I swat it. Or at least I did until I recalled one of the last scenes in Psycho where Norman, dressed as his Mom, talks about swatting the fly that is crawling on him....I don't want to be that person. I've stopped swatting. I know for sure it's not a fruit fly. But I still get fooled when I think it's a hair.
Old age is amusing.
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