I just broke my phocking left hand index finger trying to kill a phocking house fly!!!!! Worse part… The fly survived and was like bzzzzzz bzzzzzzbzzzzz BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ all up in my face, the time i was screaming. When I gathered myself again, with a flip-flop on my hand ready to kill (left hand this time). The fly dissapeared.
So I just went to get a bag of ice, turned everything off to its absolute silence, sat on the couch marinating in revenge attentively, and waited patiently…. Guess what! I KILLED IT!!!!
I AM DANCING WITH JOY AND PAIN AT THE SAME TIME!
Yours truly, not so lovely right now.