Summer must be coming. I just kersplatted my first blowfly for the season. It had been buzzing around the house all evening. Finally, as I was reading a magazine in the kitchen, it landed. It was so big it may have even made an audible thump when it did so.
Without moving too much to frighten it off, I looked over to my left, to see it, apparently settling down nicely on the table. I got up from my chair slowly and went to find some ammunition. I thought I had a fly swatter in the cupboard, but I didn’t. I needed something, quickly, before it flew off again. I went slowly back towards the table, and grabbed a piece of the newspaper that I’d already read. I rolled it up, intently watching the fly. I slowly lifted the newspaper, and… THWACK!
To my utter surprise, the fly didn’t move. Not until the newspaper hit it, anyway. Result – one dead fly on the table. And some pretty horrible looking residue. Eugh. I cleaned it away, and went back to my magazine.
