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.
Adventures in Date Night 
LMAO
I forgot this rule and carelessly left my door open today. Now I know there is at least one fly in the house since I saw it dart furiously past me. That’s when I realized my grave error.
Not looking forward to sleeping in the house with that fly tonight….
They really are the spawn of Satan! Good luck!
Hah! I found him seated on my laptop staring at me quietly. I searched around for something and only found a plastic ruler which actually did an amazing job on that brazen little critter. I’m not sure why I felt sorry after 😉
Haha! The thrill of the kill!
Not really. I hate killing anything, but sometimes it’s just me or them…..I could have done the jar thing and let him go but I figured he’d be gone by the time I found the jar…..