Do Not Incur the Wrath of Jane
Yesterday about 12 flies were killed during the day. The breakdown:
- 5 flies, dead by paper towel (one paper towel per fly; this is why we only buy paper towels in bulk)
- 6 flies, dead by flyswatter (which would have been used earlier only it took me a while to find it underneath the bathroom sink)
- 1 fly, eaten alive by Stanley (who appeared to enjoy it immensely)
Today I have killed only 2 flies so far. The first one was smashed against the French doors in our dining room, which seems to be a popular spot for the flies to congregate. The dogs like to sit on pillows on the floor just inside the French doors where they can get a lot of sunshine. Now, as soon as the dogs see me coming with the flyswatter, they get up and stand underneath the dining room table and eye me nervously. They have not yet figured out whether I am just very mad at the flyswatter or whether the doors are the ones who have displeased me.
The other fly died when it landed on the outside of the potato chip bag. I was so incensed at the sight of my beloved potato chips becoming possibly contaminated that I whacked the fly very hard with the flyswatter; so hard that I couldn’t figure out where the fly, dead or alive, had gone afterwards.
I later found the head of the fly stuck to the outside of the toaster oven door and its body in the sink.
Posted by: Supersonic Jane | August 27, 2007 | 12:05 pm
Posted in: Bits