I’m trying to get some work done here. Really I am. And this damn fly just won’t leave me alone. There’s a whole huge screened-in back porch here, and he just won’t stop flying next to me, literally, right in my face.
I don’t want to or have to kill him. I mean, I could. It’s a skill that I learned from my father, how to kill flies by clapping your hands just above where they are going to fly, unsuspecting, upwards. I can get them almost every time. Continue reading