A Mighty Battle

What is up with all these giant, nasty black houseflies this year? I don't remember seeing so many before. These aren't your normal houseflies, oh, no...these are twice as big and have a definite attitude problem. (Evidenced by the fact that they insist on coming into my house.)

At least they're slow.

Today I walked into the bathroom and saw one such monstrosity lounging right on my clean sink. So I grabbed the hair spray and was able to give him a quick coating of sticky stuff before he could fly away. He flew up, then landed in the little decorative dish with the pretty rocks and the little fishy-shaped soaps. I sprayed him again. Little fucker. How dare he not die when I want him to die? I picked up the dish and banged it on the sink once or twice (breaking the bottom, I think). Eventually he fell out and dashed behind the faucet fixtures. I sprayed, he changed sides. I swiped at him with a cloth, he ran back and forth, hiding first behind the hot water faucet, then the cold. I sprayed, he ran, I swatted, he hid.

Finally he made a wrong move, and found himself out in the open. Swat! Swat! Swat! I got him! Ha! But he wasn't dead -- he was only PLAYING dead. See, I know that, because I gave one of his filthy little friends just such a swat the other day, and found him standing right back up an hour later.

This time, I shoved him down the drain and ran the water! That'll teach him! Die! Die! DIE in the SEWER where
you belong, you

foul THING!!

So, how was YOUR day?