Out here in the country, it’s a sad but true fact that if you open the door in the summer, you get flies in the house.
My Timehop today reminded me of a conversation Mr. R. and I had about a year ago. He’d been trying unsuccessfully to remove a tiny winged varmint.
Mr. R.: I almost killed that fly with my bare hand.
Me: I would have been impressed.
Mr. R: I once caught a fly with chopsticks.
Me: That was the Karate Kid.
Mr. R.: Oh. I thought that sounded familiar.