I killed a baby fly this morning...

[Mr Mannn]

He was just a little fly, but I hated him. He had spunk, I'll give him that. He deliberately buzzed my face.

That was the breaking point. The fly had to die. I got an old magazine and rolled it up. Turning off all the lights except for the kitchen, I waited. Sure enough, my target flew towards the light (prophetic that).
The kitchen makes for a good killing zone. its all white, and little flies tend to stand out.

And there he was, my first swing missed. but he was defiant, and buzzed me again. I swung just to fend him off, and whap! Got him! A mid air swing, and I felt the hit. After a brief search I found him on the floor, not dead, but stunned. So I gently picked him up with Kleenex and dropped him in the commode. The cold water must have revived the little fly, cause he started kicking his legs, but he couldn't break thru wet tissue.

I laughed. I taunted him. I flushed. and down he went to a watery grave. But I wonder...is he really dead? Or is he plotting revenge from the depths of a dark sewer?

and what about his friends? Do they know that little Johny bought it? Are they holding little fly wakes for the poor little bugger? or are they too, plotting revenge?
Sometimes, I can almost hear them saying, "We know you killed our friend." and then I hear the ZAP! as another one meets electric doom. Bwa Ha Ha Ha! They probably make scary bug movies about me.

[vesta111]

He was just a little fly, but I hated him. He had spunk, I'll give him that. He deliberately buzzed my face.

That was the breaking point. The fly had to die. I got an old magazine and rolled it up. Turning off all the lights except for the kitchen, I waited. Sure enough, my target flew towards the light (prophetic that).
The kitchen makes for a good killing zone. its all white, and little flies tend to stand out.

And there he was, my first swing missed. but he was defiant, and buzzed me again. I swung just to fend him off, and whap! Got him! A mid air swing, and I felt the hit. After a brief search I found him on the floor, not dead, but stunned. So I gently picked him up with Kleenex and dropped him in the commode. The cold water must have revived the little fly, cause he started kicking his legs, but he couldn't break thru wet tissue.

I laughed. I taunted him. I flushed. and down he went to a watery grave. But I wonder...is he really dead? Or is he plotting revenge from the depths of a dark sewer?

and what about his friends? Do they know that little Johny bought it? Are they holding little fly wakes for the poor little bugger? or are they too, plotting revenge?
Sometimes, I can almost hear them saying, "We know you killed our friend." and then I hear the ZAP! as another one meets electric doom. Bwa Ha Ha Ha! They probably make scary bug movies about me.

OK Mr Mannn, welcome to the world of only the strong survive.     Sort of a Twilight Zone Episode.   

You Sir appear to be a life form that feeds on the weaker life forms.   What do you know of the life cycle of a fly, as with all life there are advantages of having fly in ones life.   

They may annoy you with their buzz, but they do serve a important place in the the make up of life on Earth. 

Without Fly the earth would be over come by the rotten carcases of all other mammals and fish.   Fly create the Maggots that that in some cases are better at saving a humans life from Gangreen or open ulcers then Pharmaceuticals. 

They do spread disease but no where the amount humans do to other humans.  Poor little fly, Just got his wings under him and like a little human does not know when to stay out of the street.    BTW I have heard that only the Female fly makes that Buzzing sound, so you may have killed a sweet little Molly that had to die just because she annoyed you.

Word will get around you know, stay out of Alaska in the summer, her cousins will drain your blood in 6 hours if they get the chance.   

[BlueStateSaint]

He was just a little fly, but I hated him. He had spunk, I'll give him that. He deliberately buzzed my face.

That was the breaking point. The fly had to die. I got an old magazine and rolled it up. Turning off all the lights except for the kitchen, I waited. Sure enough, my target flew towards the light (prophetic that).
The kitchen makes for a good killing zone. its all white, and little flies tend to stand out.

And there he was, my first swing missed. but he was defiant, and buzzed me again. I swung just to fend him off, and whap! Got him! A mid air swing, and I felt the hit. After a brief search I found him on the floor, not dead, but stunned. So I gently picked him up with Kleenex and dropped him in the commode. The cold water must have revived the little fly, cause he started kicking his legs, but he couldn't break thru wet tissue.

I laughed. I taunted him. I flushed. and down he went to a watery grave. But I wonder...is he really dead? Or is he plotting revenge from the depths of a dark sewer?

and what about his friends? Do they know that little Johny bought it? Are they holding little fly wakes for the poor little bugger? or are they too, plotting revenge?
Sometimes, I can almost hear them saying, "We know you killed our friend." and then I hear the ZAP! as another one meets electric doom. Bwa Ha Ha Ha! They probably make scary bug movies about me.

You're done for now . . . .

[DefiantSix]

I killed a couple of baby birds Ptarmigans this morning.

They were great with toast.