not ten minutes ago i was sitting in my family room, watching the finals for dancing with the stars and a fly that has been in my house all day. and he has a buddy in here somewhere. little son and i have spent a good portion of our day chasing them around, trying to either get them outside or kill them dead.
as i watched gilles and cheryl do their little flashdance rendition, i saw something out of the corner of my eye and recognized it to be one of the gruesome twosome that has been annoying us all the day long. at first i didn't pay much attention to the aeronautical pest, i was just a bit distracted by the ripped up clothing on television, but then i focused on the fly and watched as it ascended- up, up, up.
right into the ceiling fan, which swatted it across the room.
i watched the fly as it was thrust to the floor. it lay there, a little dazed. and then got up and carried on its way.
and i realized
i had missed my chance to kill it dead.
but, wow, it just got a round-house kick to the body with a ceiling fan. and it got up and moved on.
there's a lesson here.