Our fly swatter is sexy and we know it!
Damn flies. It’s our fault I suppose for leaving the garage door open so the dog can come in and out as he pleases while we are outdoors. (Which for Henri the Doggie is about every 7.5 minutes, approximately.) But how are there SO MANY still after we go through and swat and kill and swat and kill and swat and kill endlessly? I make little quotas for myself “I will kill a dozen flies before going out to the garden.” AND WE STILL HAVE THEM EVERYWHERE. Hazards of country living I suppose.
The one thing I really don’t appreciate is the fact that as SOON as I get the fly swatter out all the flies disappear. Where do they go? I even wash the swatter in between quotas in case the blood of previously swatted fly guts sends off some sort of signal to the others. And it doesn’t seem to matter.
My last hope?
You know in the movie Firefly, where Mal masks Serenity in the guts of Reavers?
MAYBE if I create a fly swatter with the dead guts and gore of the flies I kill and hang it by the doorway…they will leave us alone?
