The Fly

Someone let a fly in my house.

I could have been the boy.  I could have been me.  I don't know who it was, but now, I'm stuck with it. 

I hear it stuck in the blinds.  I want to whack it there, but that would mess up the blinds.   I'm NOT doing that.  If I do, that means a trip to Home Depot.  Home Depot is evil and I have probably written my life off to them.  Home Depot is like Costco - you can't go in there without spending more than you went in for.  You see all these things that will make your house so HGTV beautiful and BAM! you're upping your credit limit to afford hand made Italian tile for your back splash.  

It just WHIZZED past me, RIGHT NOW!  The little bastard is teasing me to get it.  And oh I WILL.  But it's sneaky.  It's behind the blinds again.  This game of cat and mouse is on like Donkey Kong.  You're going down town to China Town, little fly, and you will be mine!

I've assembled the tool I need for the job: a kitchen towel.  I'm not a fly swatter owner.  #1 I don't let flies in at all costs.  #2 The thought of having one and it having fly guts on it and storing it in my house gives me the eebie-geebies.  Towels do the job and can be washed.  

BRB

I got the annoying little thing! YES!  

I'd post a picture for you, but that thing is already flushed and will sleep with the fishes.  

Now, I can go on with the rest of the day.