My Little Fly Swatter

For the last few days, we have been plagued by an unusually large fly. It was so big that when it flew, it sounded like a bee buzzing in the house. It landed on the couch this morning and Alex tried to grab it, and I freaked out and scared her. Oops.

Then this afternoon I was upstairs ironing and Nathan came up and told me the fly was bugging him. I reminded him that he and his brother had thrown the fly swatter in the rain gutter outside a couple weeks ago, so we just had to wait for it to die. He wanted to squish it with a shoe, but I told him that he could NOT go around the house swinging a shoe around trying to kill it. I could just envision broken glass everywhere and the screen of the DSL TV smashed in. He agreed and wandered off, and I continued to iron without another thought about it.

When I finished ironing, I came downstairs and found Nathan in the kitchen. He proudly declared, "I killed the fly!" I inquired how, hoping he'd listened and didn't use a shoe.

"I flushed him down the toilet!" Nathan said.

"Wow, how did you catch it?"

"With a napkin," he says in his typical matter-of-fact way.

I was about to tell him he was pretty brave, when he said, "He was so scared. It was sure a bad day for that fly!" Then he thought for a second and said, "But it's a good day for us!"