Luke and I were relaxing on the couch, watching TV, when a pesky little fly started buzzing around our living room.
It’s the only thing I hate about spring, summer, and fall. I love opening windows and being outside more, but the flies work their way into our home, and it’s super-aggravating. Especially when they buzz around your head. Ick.
About 5 minutes after I first notice him, I heard a loud smack, and looked over to find my husband picking up the now-dead fly and taking him to the garbage can in the kitchen.
“Did you just kill that thing with your bare hands?” I asked.
“Well, how did you do that?”
“It’s simple,” he said “You just have to figure out their flying pattern.”
Well don’t I feel silly. I didn’t know it was so simple.