Walk Softly and Carry a Big Rolled Up Newspaper
This morning I groggily walked into the kitchen just as Phillip was hitting Violet over the head with a rolled up newspaper. WHACK! Hello, I'm awake now!
"Phillip, what in the world are you doing?!?"
He looks up at me with a look of determination. "There's a fly in here and it keeps attacking us. I am trying to get it."
I looked at Violet, assuming it had landed on her head and Phillip was aiming at it and not at our daughter. She looked back at me all doe-eyed and a little pouty, like "Did you just see that??"
Well, Phillip was right - this fly was seriously on a mission to attack, because as I stood there it went
I did a weird, uncoordinated flapping movement, almost like a marionette whose strings were just jerked.
"Did you get it?" Phillip asked.
"Yeah, that technique is very effective in catching flies," I answered mildly.
But my anti-fly-ninja-moves must have spooked him because he disappeared then for a little while, until...
He attacked Violet. I mean really, truly attacked her. He kept flying at her face as she sat there trying to eat her breakfast.
"Daaaddyyyy!" she wailed, covering her face with her hand, while the fly boldly crawled on her hand.
SLAP!
Phillip took a swing at it with his bare hand, missing the fly completely ... and landing a slap to Violet's hand.
He grabbed the rolled up newspaper and stalked around the kitchen, still looking for the fly. "I shouldn't have put this down. I'm just going to keep it with me."
"Forget it," I said. "Just leave the fly alone before you kill our poor daughter."
And this is how we started our day.
"Phillip, what in the world are you doing?!?"
He looks up at me with a look of determination. "There's a fly in here and it keeps attacking us. I am trying to get it."
I looked at Violet, assuming it had landed on her head and Phillip was aiming at it and not at our daughter. She looked back at me all doe-eyed and a little pouty, like "Did you just see that??"
Well, Phillip was right - this fly was seriously on a mission to attack, because as I stood there it went
ZOOM! ZOOM!
right at my head.
I did a weird, uncoordinated flapping movement, almost like a marionette whose strings were just jerked.
"Did you get it?" Phillip asked.
"Yeah, that technique is very effective in catching flies," I answered mildly.
But my anti-fly-ninja-moves must have spooked him because he disappeared then for a little while, until...
He attacked Violet. I mean really, truly attacked her. He kept flying at her face as she sat there trying to eat her breakfast.
"Daaaddyyyy!" she wailed, covering her face with her hand, while the fly boldly crawled on her hand.
SLAP!
Phillip took a swing at it with his bare hand, missing the fly completely ... and landing a slap to Violet's hand.
He grabbed the rolled up newspaper and stalked around the kitchen, still looking for the fly. "I shouldn't have put this down. I'm just going to keep it with me."
"Forget it," I said. "Just leave the fly alone before you kill our poor daughter."
And this is how we started our day.
HAHAHAHA! Charlie HATES when there are flies in the house. He goes BESERK! only downside is he LEAVES them when he kills them so there's like dead fly carcasses around the house until I make him clean it up! lol
ReplyDeleteQue asco! I hate flies, specially those sticky ones that keep landing on you or your loved ones or, even worse, on food!!!!
ReplyDeleteYou guys need a racquet like the one I have. It's great. It electrocutes the bug and, thaks to the heat generated, it also desintegrates and desinfects.
You might have a faint roasted bug smell, though.
Oh my god, I'm in tears I'm laughing so hard! hahahahahahahaha!!!! Poor lil Violet. I can't get the visual out of my head! And I thank you for that! :)
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